I’m trying a new mystery series: the Laura Fleming mysteries by Toni L.P. Kelner. They seem pretty funny so far. Laura is a Southerner who became a computer programmer and moved to Boston, where she married an English professor. The mystery isn’t that bad either (I haven't finished it yet, so you never know - a sucky ending always makes me furious). But anyway, this scene from the book really cracked me up and I decided to share it:
“I’m afraid not,” Richard said. “As a doctor, I’ll have to insist that you get some rest. Laura and I are quite capable of delivering a ham.”
Aunt Nora open her mouth as if to protest, shut it again, and then said, “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”
“We’re sure,” I said, as I untied her apron, took it from her, and pushed toward the stairs.
“All right,” she said, “but, Richard, since when does being a doctor of literature give you the say-so to tell people when to go to sleep?”
He drew himself up haughtily. “Madame, men and women of my profession have put thousands of students to sleep over the years. I consider myself admirably qualified.”
She was still chucking as we carried the ham out to the car.
Pg. 94, Down Home Murder by Toni L.P. Kelner