Miss G's Heretix meet Corabelle, Sunday Best

One fine day in August, Miss G's Bs were relaxing in the cottage, when Gwenvrydon and Miss Jenny Wren heard a knock at the door. . .

"Ah, please excuse me," said a faint voice, "I think I got lost on that long road in front of your home."

This Blythe seemed to be, frankly, a bit bedraggled. Miss Jenny Wren urged her to sit down for a moment. "My name is Corabelle," she said, "and I've been traveling down the Eastern Seaboard visiting all the churches along the way. That long and winding road leading to your door has quite a few! But I seem to have turned down the wrong road looking for the Village church."
"Heya hon!" boomed out Gwenvyrdon. "Ah kin get y'all to the meetin' house in two shakes of a lamb's tail!" Corabelle looked a bit doubtful as her eyes took in Gwenvyrdon in all her "Dean Martin's Golddiggers" glory.

Miss Jenny Wren thought the time might be right to introduce all the Blythes. She called over to the gang in the book area. Sheena-chan and Maru Deux were engrossed in a game of Mystery Date.

Brigid Boudicca had recently undergone a facial treatment (courtesy of Mr. Super Clear) and was feeling quite regal. She waved her queenly wave to Corabelle.

Zeema was playing with the puppups near the LPs. . .

...and Gloria was near the window practicing her 60s go-go moves in her new dress from the Bon Bon Salon.

Corabelle looked a bit stunned. Miss Jenny Wren gently whispered to her, "Corabelle, let's put your things down for a moment, we'll take your coat off, and let me get you a refreshing glass of iced tea."

Miss Jenny Wren called over to Raquel, "Can't you help Corabelle with a new look Raquel? Raquel?" Raquel peered over her copy of Visionaire; her footrest was by artist Damien Hirst. "Her?" She shuddered involuntarily. "No. No, I don't think so."
"Oh my, said Corabelle, "no no, it's fine. I don't think that we have the same tastes. . .I mean, when I look at the clothes you all are wearing. . ." Corabelle's eyes were as big as saucers.

Corabelle put down her purse, her large bag, and the Book she had been carrying for mile after mile. Miss Jenny Wren urged her to really freshen up -- wouldn't she like to take a nice bath, and change out of the clothes she had been wearing for so much time?

"Here Corabelle," said visiting Cousin Teak. "Let me do your tarot cards to see what 'look' would suit you best."

"Occult divination?!" gasped poor Corabelle. Gwenvyrdon sat down next to Raquel and tried to convince her to help the new visitor. "Hmmmmm," murmured Raquel, "and yet look at her shoes. . .very Robert Clergerie circa '83. . .so Joan Crawford in 'When Ladies Meet'. . .Come over here Corabelle," she demanded. "You'll be my biggest fashion challenge yet. BravoTV will be calling me to give me my own series, 'Raquel's Eye for the Fashion-Challenged Blythe!'"
Corabelle whimpered a bit. "Now darlin," urged Gwenvyrdon, "let's remember what the Good Book says: Luke, six, thirty-seven." "Pardon?" said Raquel. Corabelle looked with wonderment at Gwenvyrdon, sitting in her golden miniskirt. "That's 'Judge not, and ye shall not be judged,'" she said. "You're right, Gwenvyrdon. You have all been nothing but kind to me. I will trust you." And off she went with Raquel.

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