Last night Du took me out for our 12th anniversary dinner and I ended up being a suspect in a murder. Mind you we were on a train in 1918 riding from Springfield to Kansas City in a blizzard. My name was Flora Clovis and I was a granddaughter to a very wealthy man in Kansas City.Everyone had eyes for his money and the will. My cousin was murdered on the train, and of course every family member on the train had motive and oportunity to do it.
It was one of the funnest (most fun just sounds so inappropriate here) nights I’ve had in such a long time. Actually it was a great day all around. I was surprised with a massage appointment in the morning. Then we relaxed all day and went to Union Station in Kansas City for our Mystery Train dinner, entitled “The Christmas Stalking.” There were four actors and they chose four of us from the dinner guests to play the other roles. Of course, we still couldn’t figure out who did it or why, even though I might have had some advantage. The whole thing was put on very well and dinner was fabulous. My compensation for playing Miss Flora was a gift certificate for another dinner. So, maybe we’ll get to go back.
Happy 12 years to us!!
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