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"I would love for her to do a painting of all of us." Vedella replied.

"I would love for her to do a painting of my mansion." Jannie Marie remarked.

"If I could get Spellman to sit still long enough, Georgianna could do a painting of us." Winola replied and the four of them laughed.

Georgianna came over to join her friends.

"Darlings, the show is doing so well. I'm so happy that my work is appreciated. Someone brought my favorite. The person who brought it doesn't want to be known according to Aunt Velma." Georgianna reported to her friends.

"Hmmm, how mysterious" Vedella quipped.

"We saw the sold sign on it. It was a great one, Georgianna." Jannie Marie remarked.

"Was the painting done with something you saw, or did you use your imagination? Dixie asked.

"My imagination." Georgianna answered.

"Well, someone thought enough of your talent to purchase it and be mysterious at the same time." Vedella remarked.

"Yes, it was a special one to me. I could never duplicate that painting." Georgianna replied.

"Excuse me again ladies. I have to borrow the star of moment again." Aunt Velma stated.

"Someone left this note for you dear. I wanted to make sure you received it alone." Aunt Velma said.

"Thanks sweets. Let me go and answer some questions for the inquiring minds. I'll read the note later." Georgianna said to her aunt.

Georgianna spent a couple of hours answering questions and thanking everyone for their purchases, compliment, and for attending.

Georgianna stepped aside to read the note. The note said; meet me at the Grassland nightclub. Bring your friends. Thanks J.L.D.

"J.L.D. I don't know this person. But for the suspense we will go. I know the ladies are up for a mystery.

Georgianna went back to her friends.

"Ladies we have a date tonight." Georgianna replied as she showed them the note.

"Let's go." Vedella said.

"First we have to say goodnight to Aunt Velma." Georgianna replied.

Grassland Night Club

The ladies walked into the club. They were escorted to a booth. They slowly turned their heads to scan the faces of the crowd. They saw some familiar faces. But none that looked mysterious.

"I can't wait." Winola remarked.

"I know what you mean. This is a very private section of the club." Georgianna stated.

Before they could speak another word, Justin Lee Davis came out singing and strumming his guitar. The ladies were stunned.