Miss Julia ' the original steel magnolia ' has finally tied the knot, but can she keep it from coming undone She's full of surprises in her latest comedy of manners
Miss Julia ' s wildly popular escapades have kept readers coming back again and again. In Miss Julia Meets Her Match, she finally succumbed to Sam ' s charms and became Mrs. Murdoch. Will marriage dampen this proper lady ' s sense of adventure Fortunately for her growing legion of fans, the answer is no. In Miss Julia ' s School of Beauty, Hazel Marie is organizing a beauty pageant to raise money for the sheriff ' s department and enlists Miss Julia ' s help in teaching the contestants etiquette and poise.
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April 25, 2006
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Excerpt from Miss Julia's School of Beauty by Ann B. Ross
I am sick and tired of people asking how married life's treating me. Every time I've turned around in the three weeks we've been back from our honeymoon ' and don't get me started on that subject, since Dollywood is hardly my idea of a romantic getaway ' somebody's wanted to know how Sam and I are doing. You'd think I'd come fresh and new to the conjugal state with no idea in the world of what it means to share a bed. Because that's exactly what's on their minds when they ask. So I'm going to answer it one more time, and that will be my final word: We're doing as well as can be expected, and I'll thank you not to ask again.
Of course, if I'm honest, which I always am, living with a man after enjoying several years of solitary peace takes some getting used to. Not that Sam is anything like Wesley Lloyd Springer, who I never got used to, even though I tried for more than forty years. That marriage ended in Wesley Lloyd's sudden demise, although for all intents and purposes it had ended some years before he did. I just hadn't noticed.
But you better believe I'm going to be on my guard this time.
My foot set the chair rocking as my hands gripped the wide arms. Sam's front porch was one of the few places I felt at ease in his house. I just had not been able to get settled in at his place, although I knew that's what generally follows when you marry ' the woman leaves her home and lives with her husband, and is usually happy to do it. But I'd think, at our age, we could've at least discussed the matter. After all, it wasn't as if I were a young thing, eager to leave my parents' home.