Mrs. Entwhistle Plays Pickleball
By Doris Reidy
Mrs. Entwhistle didn’t want to play pickleball in the first place, but she did it for Maxine, her best friend and co-conspirator. When the ladies wound up in a rehab facility as a result of an ill-fated game, you might think they’d curl up and recover from their injuries…if you didn’t know them. Before their bones had time to knit, Mrs. Entwhistle started picking at the loose threads of a mystery. Join the ladies as they prove that neither age, wheelchairs, canes, nor dark of night can scare them off from a juicy investigation. As Mrs. Entwhistle says frequently to Maxine: “Are you up for a little jaunt?”
Mrs. Entwhistle didn’t want to play pickleball in the first place, but she did it for Maxine, her best friend and co-conspirator. When the ladies wound up in a rehab facility as a result of an ill-fated game, you might think they’d curl up and recover from their injuries…if you didn’t know them. Before their bones had time to knit, Mrs. Entwhistle started picking at the loose threads of a mystery. Join the ladies as they prove that neither age, wheelchairs, canes, nor dark of night can scare them off from a juicy investigation. As Mrs. Entwhistle says frequently to Maxine: “Are you up for a little jaunt?”