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The House of Seven Mabels

The House of Seven Mabels

Titel: The House of Seven Mabels
Autoren: Jill Churchill
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wholeheartedly like the prospect.
    “For one thing, I don’t think Bitsy has a clue what she’s gotten into. Contract or no contract, it could turn into a hassle. We’ll have to pay a very good lawyer to crawl over it word by word. A couple of hundred dollars up front, I’d guess.“
    “And?“
    “I had a bad feeling about that Sandy woman. She’s a tough old gal. But that doesn’t mean she knows what she’s doing. To find out, we might have to also pay a private investigator who specializes in construction matters. I have no idea how we’d find one, unless Paul knows someone. It’s another expense. Unless we can find out about her through a credit bureau or someplace. I don’t like spending money just to accept a job.“
    Shelley managed to coolly pass a car on the on-ramp, and Jane had to close her eyes and utter a quick prayer to the gods of traffic. She didn’t want to be loaded onto an ambulance with her green silk skirt falling off.
    While crossing three lanes full of eighteen-wheelers, Shelley said, “But we may fall in love with the house and have lots of good ideas for the decorating. Who can tell? We don’t have to make an instant decision. Big old houses aren’t renovated overnight.“
    “Could you slow down just a tiny bit?“ Jane asked.
    “Sure. If you want that forty tons of frozen beef behind me to end up in my backseat.“
    Jane had planned to get Todd and Katie carryout for dinner so she could go out with Mel that evening, but he had to cancel their date at the last minute. “Just as I was turning in the last of my paperwork, I was told I’d drawn plainclothes duty for a rock concert,“ he explained. “I must have really irritated someone up the line to be stuck with this. How about tomorrow night? If I survive?“
    Jane could afford to be gracious about this. After all, she’d eaten so much at lunch she couldn’t have appreciated a real dinner.
    So she was stuck at home, all dolled up and nowhere to go. She put her fancy suit away and donned her most disreputable baggy jeans and T-shirt that should have gone in the trash at least six months earlier.
    She’d recently given in and put a television and a bookcase in her bedroom. She’d collected all her favorite read-again mysteries from all over the house and put them on the shelves. She settled into bed with Max and Meow on the bedspread and Willard the dog snoring in the corner.
    For a while, she watched a bit of her favorite channel, but the thought of a woman building her own two-story deck intimidated her. She flipped to the financial news station briefly, where they were explaining why a stock she held quite a bit of for the kids’ college fees had plummeted in value. Flipping the television off, she went to the bookshelf and selected an Agatha Christie book she’d last read so long ago she was sure she wouldn’t remember the ending.
    That palled when the character she recalled as the murderer appeared on page seven.
    She considered taking a nice long, soaky bath, but didn’t want to destroy the wonder her hairdresser had created that morning quite yet. She rejected the idea of cruising the kitchen for a snack after consuming such a huge lunch. Nor did taking a brisk walk around the block appeal in spite of the nice early fall evening.
    Jane wasn’t herself. She prided herself on never being bored. There was always something she’d like to do. Watch an old movie, try out some craft she’d seen demonstrated, or, if at wit’s end, get out a big jigsaw puzzle. And somewhat less frequently, work on the novel she’d been plugging away at for years.
    Mike was at college, Katie was out at a movie with friends, and Todd was working on his homework in his room. He’d finally decided it might be a hoot to become a good student. This should have cheered her up.
    But it didn’t, and she realized that she was subconsciously brooding about this job Shelley was so interested in doing. Shelley would be good at it. Shelley’s house was as lovely as Bitsy had said. Jane’s house was merely a comfortable old place with lots of old family furniture and ornaments she was sentimental about. She had no real confidence in her tastes.
    She’d recently had her front hall repapered with something dark she loved at the wallpaper place, but once hung, it made the hall look like a dismal tunnel in one of those video games the kids were so fond of. She half expected a red-eyed monster to leap out of the coat closet.
    She had to admit
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