MANOR - LIBRARY
I don't know this Callison
fellow," Joyce said as she walked over to the
bar and poured herself a scotch, "but if I know Annabelle, I'm sure she
deserved whatever she got!"
Helga gasped in shock over the comment. "How could you say such a
thing about your own sister-in-law?"
Helga," Joyce reminded before taking a sip of her drink. "And,
believe me, there was never any love lost between myself and Annabelle.
When Sara's father and I were married, we could barely stand the sight of one
another. That woman had to be the most opportunistic person I've ever
one to know one," Helga muttered into Dane's ear as she leaned over to
him. It was all he could do to restrain himself from bursting out into
Sensing that the housekeeper
was up to something, Joyce turned to shoot her an angry look. "Don't
you have some high chandeliers to dust or something? I'm sure we can find
some very tall ladders for you out in the storage shed."
"Actually, I just dusted
those last week," Helga replied with a smirk.
Joyce took in a deep breath as
she tried to find the strength to deal with the overly opinionated
housekeeper. "Whatever," she grumbled before turning her focus
onto Dane alone. "So, Dane, no one ever told me how my darling
daughter wound up with such a handsome husband."
just say she made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"Sara sure wound up with
quite a catch." Joyce flashed him a sly smile and slowly walked over
"Trap would be more like
it," he muttered to himself as he began to read the newspaper again in an
attempt to ignore his mother-in-law.
Catching only a bit of what
he'd said, Joyce looked at him curiously. She was certain that she noticed
a touch of dissatisfaction coming from him in regards to his marriage. In
fact, she'd gotten that impression almost from the moment she'd met him! Her
eyes narrowed and she began to inspect him closely. Maybe that was
something she could use to her advantage.
"Dane, darling, we all
must go out for the evening, sometime," she smiled coyly as she stood next
to him and lightly ran her fingers along his shoulder. "I'd so
hoped that you and Sara would have taken me along to that wonderful party,
"I thought you said you
couldn't stand Annabelle." He glanced up from the paper to look at
her. "Why would you want to go to her party?"
"Well, apparently, I
missed all the fun!"
"I don't consider murder
fun," he replied flatly and returned to reading. "Though I have
to admit that it is something I've considered on occasion."
"I'm sure you have,"
As Helga continued to dust the
knickknacks, she kept her ears very tuned to what was being said. She
didn't trust Joyce Preston at all and was certain that she was up to something.
"Keep your eye on that
one," she whispered to Dane as she again leaned into him. "She's
got more venom than a cobra."
"I'll keep that in
mind," he replied with a sly smile.
"I'm getting quite tired
of your little side conversation!" Joyce snapped angrily. "Don't
you realize that it's very rude to have such private talks while there's someone
else in the room?"
"Then leave," Helga
am so glad classes are over for today," Sara Manchester exclaimed as
she breezed in through the front door and into the room. Quickly noticing
the atmosphere in the library, she looked alternately at her husband and
mother. "Am I missing something?"
"Ah, my exit
cue," Dane muttered to Helga with a grin before rising from his seat.
"Actually, Sara, no. You're not missing in thing. In fact, I
was just going out and..."
"I thought we were having
a conversation!" Joyce glared at him angrily.
"Well, your daughter will
be more than happy to fill in for me." He hurriedly took his hat and
coat from Helga as she brought them into the room. "I really have to
go. I have so many things to do." He turned to smile and
wink at Helga. "Have fun with those two," he whispered.
"Oh, don't worry,"
was her muttered reply.