Laughing Gas (Pistachio and Grant Comic Mysteries Book 3)
About
Who knows what stupidity lurks in the minds of men? The Great Cashew sees all. As she skulks beneath the flickering gas lamps, nothing is hidden from the powerful psychic eye of ….
Wait, wait, wait. That’s not what this book is about.
Silence, humble assistant. As I was saying, the Great Prognosticator —
It doesn’t even make sense. There are no gaslights in Seattle, this is the twenty-first century. And anyway, Laughing Gas is a mystery, not a horoscope.
Huh. So tell us what your feeble, mundane senses perceive to be the essence of this story.
Well, it’s about Kendra going on trial, and how I got angry at mom for signing on with the prosecutors, and then there’s all the problems with me figuring out my sexuality and my boyfriend David, and I have to defend my arch-nemesis —
Groan.
Oh, yeah, and my evil twin!
No, no absolutely not. No evil twins. As Lambchop is my witness, Dora I will walk out!
OK, OK, we’ll lose the twin. But the other stuff …
Suffering Soap Operas, no one wants to read a book about any of that. Not when they could thrill to the adventures of The Great Cashew.
They might be a little bit interested in what’s going on with me.
I foresee great trouble in your future.
Doesn’t take a psychic to predict that.