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    • 234 RITA MAE BROW N & SNEAKY PIE BROWN father’s Skylark, her body bare save for shorts and the illu-sion of a tee-shirt, the basketball cradled against her breasts.But as I winced to think that my fabulous ascent would be fornothing, she passed to me, the ball finding my hands and lift-ing me high above the rim where I gave it down into the 24hoop, my view of the world changed forever. She is still there, thirty years gone by, kissing me backfrom death with her rapt attention, vanquishing the shame Ifeel for doing what I love. My name is Victor Worsley, Vic to my few friends, Worselyto my legions of detractors. I’m a syorts writer, basketball mymain game. Perversely compulsive, I write longhand in fastblack ink, seven columns a week. I’ve been doing this for fif-teen years without a break. I used to write at a desk in a quiet A gray sleet morning–I stood on the western edge of my father’s driveway, focused intently on hi finest gift to me–room far from my fellow human beings. Now I write every- a shiny orange rim mated to a whitewashed backboard–awhere—hotels, coffee houses, train stations, park benches. fresh net awaiting my throw, the summer sun warming myAnywhere but in my office. bare skin. I was a rosy tan white boy, longing to flee the op- However, on Tuesdays, my favorite day of the week in San pressive confines of suburban dependency. Nearly all my he-Francisco, I do go down to the Chron to taunt my editor, the roes were great black men who could fly. Elgin Baylor, Oscarlugubrious Lucas McCormack, a man terrified of offending Robertson, Wilt Chamberlain, Earl the Pearl Monroe.anyone. Poor Luke will no doubt be fretting about the widen- My greatest wish was to drive the lane, that narrow cor-ing rift between yours truly and Jim Hathaway, the coach of ridor leading to the goal, to leave the ground and soar highthe Warriors, the most annoying man in my life. Why? into the air, there to float in defiance of gravity before releas-Because he won’t let the men play without strict orders from ing a delicate shot that kissed the board and tumbled through.the bench, and it’s killing the game. It has become a point of I could jump and shoot. But to float, to fly, that was whathonor with me now. I want him to give the game back to the eluded me.players, to free them to improvise. And on that day, that once in my life, I transcended my wish. I ran toward the basket and leapt into the air, discover- ing as I left the earth that I had forgotten the ball. It was still in the hands of the love of my life, the sweetest sixteen I’ve ever seen. She was leaning back against my father’s Skylark,
    • 234 RITA MAE BROW N & SNEAKY PIE BROWN SANTA CLAW ED 235 father’s Skylark, her body bare save for shorts and the illu- Worsely to my legions of detractors. I’m a syorts writer,sion of a tee-shirt, the basketball cradled against her breasts. basketball my main game. Perversely compulsive, I writeBut as I winced to think that my fabulous ascent would be for longhand in fast black ink, seven columns a week. I’ve beennothing, she passed to me, the ball finding my hands and lift- doing this for fifteen years without a break. I used to write ating me high above the rim where I gave it down into the a desk in a quiet room far from my fellow human beings.hoop, my view of the world changed forever. Now I write everywhere—hotels, coffee houses, train sta- tions, park benches. Anywhere but in my office. Dear Deputy Cooper, I do not recognize Donald Cletterback nor does anyone on my staff. However, we recognize the man with him. He comes in about However, on Tuesdays, my favorite day of the week in San once a month usually in the company of a local business man, Bill Francisco, I do go down to the Chron to taunt my editor, the Boojum. lugubrious Lucas McCormack, a man terrified of offending Let me know if I can be of further service to you. anyone. Poor Luke will no doubt be fretting about the widen- Yours truly, ing rift between yours truly and Jim Hathaway, the coach of Tara Fitzgibbon the Warriors, the most annoying man in my life. Why? Because he won’t let the men play without strict orders from However, on Tuesdays, my favorite day of the week in San the bench, and it’s killing the game. It has become a point ofFrancisco, I do go down to the Chron to taunt my editor, the honor with me now. I want him to give the game back to thelugubrious Lucas McCormack, a man terrified of offending players, to free them to improvise.anyone. Poor Luke will no doubt be fretting about the widen-ing rift between yours truly and Jim Hathaway, the coach of Hey, you asked for this driver’s license Saturdaythe Warriors, the most annoying man in my life. Why? night.Because he won’t let the men play without strict orders from Here’s our record.the bench, and it’s killing the game. It has become a point of Yrs, Carolhonor with me now. I want him to give the game back to theplayers, to free them to improvise. My greatest wish was to drive the lane, that narrow corri- But the real reason I go downtown, ever, is to flirt with dor leading to the goal, to leave the ground and soar highGreta Eagleheart, our divine section manager. And I do mean into the air, there to float in defiance of gravity before releas-divine. Greta is a most successful melange of peoples, a ing a delicate shot that kissed the board and tumbled through.Nefertiti with the cunning eyes of a fearless wolf. I’ve known I could jump and shoot. But to float, to fly, that was whather for three years, dreamt of loving her from head to toe, but eluded me. Dazzling in a silky blue dress, she greets me today
    • Santa ClawedR I TA M A E B ROW N& S N E A K Y P I E B ROW NI L L U S T R AT I O N S B Y M I C H A E L G E L L AT LYBANTAM BOOKS NEW YORK • TORONTO • LONDON • SYDNEY • AUCKLAND
    • Books by Rita Mae Brown & Sneaky Pie Brown WISH YOU WERE HERE REST IN PIECES MURDER AT MONTICELLO PAY DIRT MURDER, SHE MEOWED MURDER ON THE PROWL CAT ON THE SCENT Santa Clawed SNEAKY PIE’S COOKBOOK FOR MYSTERY LOVERS PAWING THROUGH THE PAST CLAWS AND EFFECT WHISKER OF EVIL SOUR PUSS PUSS ‘N CAHOOTS THE PURRFECT MURDER SANTA CLAWED Books by Rita Mae Brown THE HAND THAT CRADLES THE ROCK SONGS TO A HANDSOME WOMAN THE PLAIN BROWN RAPPER RUBYFRUIT JUNGLE IN HER DAY SIX OF ONE SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT SUDDEN DEATH HIGH HEARTSSTARTING FROM SCRATCH: A DIFFERENT KIND OF WRITERS‘ MANUAL BINGO VENUS ENVY DOLLEY: ANOVEL OF DOLLEY MADISON IN LOVE AND IN WAR RIDING SHOTGUN RITA WILL: MEMIOR OF A LITERARY RABBLE-ROUSER LOOSE LIPS ALMA MATER HOTSPUR FULL CRY OUTFOXED THE HUNT BALL THE HOUNS AND THE FURY THE TELL-TALE HORSE
    • Dear ReaderCats will conquer the world! Well, if not the world, the Inernet.I now have my own domain on Mom’s website. Our adress is:It’s not necessary to address me Your Most Exalted Striped Pre-sence. A simple “Miss Pie” will do. My name is Victor Worsley,Vic to my few friends, Worsely to my legions of detractors. I’m Dedicated toa syorts writer, basketball my main game. Perversely compul- John Morris and Robert Steppesive, I write longhand in fast black ink, seven columns a week.I’ve been doing this for fifteen years without a break. I used to When they’re good, they’re goodwrite at a desk in a quiet room far from my fellow human be- but when they’re bad, they’re better!ings. Now I write everywhere—hotels, coffee houses, train sta-tions, park benches. Anywhere but in my office. So mnay of you ask whether Harry and Fair will get backtogether again. In my mystery following this one, The YearbookMurders, Harry prepares for her twentieth high-school reunion.This gets her allwispy and misty about Fiar but then, humans are prone to nostalgia. Cats don’t have twentieth high-school reunions.We’re too vain. Others of you have visited Crozet,Virginia.You have discovered the post of-fice does not exactly parrallel what I describe in my books.That’s because I’veblended the lok of the Crozet Post Office with that of the Whitehall Post Office.Artistic Licience. other than that, Crozet physically is pretty much Crozet.Thecharacters are my own creations. I dispatched seven field mice yesterday.Top that! Affectionately Yours, Sneaky Pie
    • Cast of CharactersMary Minor Haristeen My name is Victor Worsley, Vic to myMrs. Murphy few friends, Worsely to my legionsTee Tucker, yof detractors. I’m a syorts writer, basketball mymainPharamond Haristeen (Fair) game. Perversely compulsive, I writelonghand in fast black inkMary Minor Haristeen My name is Victor Worsley, Vic to myMrs. Murphy few friends, Worsely to my legionsTee Tucker, yof detractors. I’m a syorts writer, basketball mymainMary Minor Haristeen My name is Victor Worsley, Vic to myMrs. Murphy few friends, Worsely to my legionsTee Tucker, yof detractors. I’m a syorts writer, basketball mymainPharamond Haristeen (Fair) game. Perversely compulsive, I writelonghand in fast black ink