Back Queen Bee
Chapters (49)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1: Meet Me, Holly McNee Jensen
  6. Chapter 2: Bee Calm
  7. Chapter 3: Buzzing Along
  8. Chapter 4: Now What?
  9. Chapter 5: All the Buzz
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter 7: Bermuda Triangle
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter 9: Leslie Takes the Mike
  14. Chapter 10: Holly Grabs the Mike Back
  15. Chapter 11: The Boys
  16. Chapter 12: Roofie
  17. Chapter 13: Any Objections?
  18. Chapter 14: The Vapors
  19. Chapter 15: Bliss Week
  20. Chapter 16: Bee Advised
  21. Chapter 17: Bee Ware
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter 19: Leslie and Cher
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter 23: Bee Have
  28. Chapter 24: Leslie, the QB, and Vegas
  29. Chapter 25: Gone Boys
  30. Chapter 26: Char
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter 28: Bee Cool
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Chapter 31: Stop and Smell the Roses
  36. Chapter 32: Good to Bee
  37. Chapter 33: Bee Leave
  38. Chapter 34: Bee Happy
  39. Chapter Thirty-Five
  40. Chapter 36: Bee Joyful
  41. Epilogue
  42. Acknowledgments
  43. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  44. About the Author
  45. Read On
  46. Letter from Victoria Hanna Frank
  47. Remembering the Grit and Glamour of Dorothea Benton Frank
  48. Also by Dorothea Benton Frank
  49. About the Publisher

“I’ve heard it all my life. There’s probably some truth to it. For young people, it makes a ton of sense. But by the time you’re my age, you know when something is right.”

“Well, in my case, I could’ve dated Charlie for ten years and not known what he was up to.”

“What was he up to? If I may ask.”

I looked at him, wondering if I should just tell the truth, and then I started to laugh, and I couldn’t stop. He started laughing, too. Finally, he gave me a glass of water and I drank it, calming down at last.

“It was that funny of a breakup?” he said.

“Okay, try this one on for size and tell me what you think. Charlie, who now prefers to be called Charlene, likes to dress up in women’s clothes. He’s moved to Las Vegas hoping to be hired in a revue of female impersonators.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And here’s the killer: he doesn’t see why that should have any impact on our marriage.”

“Great God. And you obviously had no idea?”

“No. None. You could’ve knocked me over with your finger.”

“Is he a dancer?”

“Well, he was one of sorts. Drum major with his college marching band. He likes to do high kicks. This is what I’m telling you, Archie. What’s the rush?”

“I hear you,” he said. An almost imperceptible amount of doubt crossed his face. “But, you know, Leslie, I’m no prize.”

“What do you mean? Are you nuts? You’re a total hunk!”

“Please. I’m an old fuddy-duddy with gray temples. I have two children . . .”

“I’m glad you brought them up. Is Sharon the kind of stepmother Carin would want for her boys? If memory serves, your two little guys were the loves of her life, besides you, of course.”

“Oh, I think she’d be thrilled,” he said, and I got the sense he believed it. “Sharon is accomplished and smart and she’s sexy as hell. That’s for sure.”

Great, I thought. So happy to hear she’s sexy. What was I? The Great Sphinx of Giza?

“Does Sharon like them? Do they like her?”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll get that all worked out. But as Sharon says, they’re going to go to college and leave me. It would be nice to have a companion for myself.”

“Yes, they are going to go to college and leave you. But not for another decade.”

He got quiet then and reached for the wine bottle to refill our glasses. He leaned back and took a long drink and put it down.

“Ten years is a long time, Archie. I mean, I’d be happier if I knew she was crazy about Tyler and Hunter.”

“I’ll see about my boys. Don’t worry about that.”