"I will be sure to bowl granny style at least once next time," Marie promised, finding the thought to be amusing - she just wasn't great at knocking down all the pins, and besides, bowling shoes were simply hideous. "But no, I am not a secret businesswoman, really - "
She didn't think she was. It was just a dream she'd had for awhile, to bring a piece of her home in some form to Summerville. "It's just that I think this town needs a little New Orleans flair," she stated. "Restaurant or voodoo shop. My parents owned a restaurant though, so that might be what I do. I know all the recipes."
And bland food was such a problem here, there, everywhere but for those who knew the secrets of Cajun and Creole cooking.
But back to these dresses. "That one is better, it hugs your form well," was her verdict. "Yet it does not speak to you, I can tell. Try the last, and let me know if I need to go on another hunt." She had a good feeling about this last one though.