Excerpt – There’s A Dead Girl In My Yard by Angela Page & Mia Altieri @angelapage1200 @MiaAltieri #mystery
Synopsis
Why did Poppy agree to mourner manage Dalia’s burial site? Dead Dalia’s fan club overwhelms Poppy as do the signs of Dalia’s former life as healer and thief. Yet, Dalia’s clothes bring Poppy good luck and Dalia’s luscious, Latin lovers are irresistible. Dalia’s life in the witness protection program is both dangerous and intriguing. Once Poppy is accused of complicity, she wants everything Dalia out of her life.
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Excerpt
POPPY 1.0
Just after I moved into the guesthouse, they buried a dead girl in my yard. That’s when my life turned upside down and inside out for the second time. The first time was when the doctors rearranged my colon.
I was thrilled to move into the Topanga Canyon guesthouse, a boho-chic area north of Los Angeles. I knew about Topanga from growing up in the nearby San Fernando Valley. Now, as a struggling, mostly unemployed actress, I was living in a shitty, Hollywood neighborhood. Although it was a cute little bungalow, the environment was killing me—dirty, filthy, hot, too much traffic, zero fresh air, noise, and people living on the edge. Hollywood was no longer glamorous. And parking was a son of a bitch. Also, at age forty-six, I was done stepping over homeless people. Sorry-not-sorry and I deserved different and better. Even though many times, I had been close to homeless myself.
The universe spoke when I met Lily Jin at a Hollywood acting workshop. She was an exotic-looking and a mixed something. A twenty-two-year-old gal, and a lite-Buddhist, like me. I usually do just enough chanting to keep the demons and gremlins away for the day.
Lily was wearing torn jeans over her long, model-like legs and a midriff exposing a flat, firm tummy. There was not an ounce of fat anywhere.
Oh, to be twenty again and be able to eat, drink, smoke, and snort anything. That was several decades behind me. My five-six, lanky frame was getting flabby. Yes, even skinny people can get flabby. I was now in yucky perimenopause, with the last of my overcooked eggs dropping into withering fallopian tubes and heading down through my dried-up hoo-ha. Luckily, at first glance, you can’t tell this is happening unless you’re airport security staff.
My light brown shoulder-length hair only needed a bit of henna to hide the grey and my brown eyes were still bright and youthful. This helped my agent place me in the thirty-five-to-forty-five roles, despite being in my mid-forties. To date, no surgery, minimal fillers, and injectables. However, as I headed towards the half-century mark, I would revisit. In the meantime, I strove to sharpen my acting skills, and let gravity have its way with me.
While in the workshop, Lily and I tried following the acting exercise. As we were pretending to be wounded sheep during an alien invasion, Lily whispered to me, asking if I knew of anyone who wanted to rent her guesthouse. After the workshop, we went to
the El Compadre on Sunset to discuss the details. We were served frozen skinny margs, then toasted each other and became besties in an instant. When Lily told me that the guesthouse was in Topanga Canyon, I shouted over the mariachi band, “I’ll take it, I’ll take it, I’ll take it!” Even sight unseen and not knowing the price, she had me at “Topanga Canyon.” I had heard about Topanga. It was crawling with the famous and the has-beens who never were. The town was known for its eclectic artists and colorful history, including one of the Manson family murders. During the Hollywood golden age, it was the weekend getaway hotspot for the now-dead stars you can see on the Turner Classic Movie channel. It had changed, but still had some leftover glamour and pricey homes. I was already fantasizing about living among the stars, wearing designer sunglasses, and sipping champagne.
About the Authors
Angela Page is a writer, producer, and author of Matched in Heaven and Suddenly Single Sylvia. She is based in South Florida and Los Angeles.
Mia Altieri is a Los Angeles based actress, author, and voice-over artist. She lived in a Topanga Canyon guesthouse where she witnessed an urn buried in the yard and agreed to manage the mourners.
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