After everything the Yada Yadas had been through in the past eight months, I told God I could sure use a little 'dull and boring' in the new year! But that was before Leslie 'Stu' Stuart moved in upstairs. Ms. Perfect herself and me-Jodi Baxter-living in the same two-flat? A recipe for collision. Then Delores Enriquez's son Jose wanted to throw my Amanda a quinceaqera-a coming-out party, Mexican style-and they're only fifteen!
At least Bandana Woman, who held up our Yada Yada Prayer Group at knife-point last fall, was safely locked up in prison . . . or so I thought. We visited her, like the Bible says; even sent her something for Christmas. But then she ends up back in our face. I mean, how far is forgiveness supposed to go?