a novel by Pamela Tremblay
Gracie pointed a glittery silver nail at me. “You are far too young to work this hard, Tammy Wynette Price. You need to date a couple of cowboys and have some fun.”
Every time she called me my given name, I regretted the night I had one too many tequila poppers at the Silver Spur and let it slip that my full name was Tammy Wynette Price.
My dad was a devoted Wynette fan. He could belt out “Stand by Your Man” without a whiff of self-consciousness and when it came time to name his only daughter, Mom said he wouldn’t even consider any other names. Gracie wasn’t shy about using this juicy tidbit of information if she wanted to humiliate me.
I said, “Someone around here has to be a responsible adult. Besides, I’m this close to solving the case and I can’t afford to slack off now.”