By Jill Churchill
Regardless of a whole time table, frazzled suburban unmarried mother Jane Jeffry has agreed to be in agreement in the course of a two-day collecting of her good friend Shelley's former highschool girl's club.So whereas the reunited girls are dishing dust, Jane is sweeping it up -- and she or he inadvertently turns into aware of every kind of fascinating postgraduate gossip and long-smoldering resentments. yet then a corpse turns up one of the one-time pupil physique, the unlucky sufferer of a few quite nasty after-school actions. And until Jane will get to the ground of a sordid senior-year scandal, extra alumnae are certain to die by the hands of a calculating classmate who is majoring in homicide.
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The kitchen was huge, brightly lighted, and seemed to hum with warmth and welcome. Gleaming copper pans, ladles, strainers, and baskets were hung from the soffit around the room. A big kitchen table by the windows was draped in a bright calico fabric that matched the ruffled curtains next to it. White tile counters reflected the bright lighting; a huge, bleached butcher block workstation was in the center of the room. The most gigantic refrigerator Jane had ever seen dominated the far end of the room and white, glass-fronted cabinets held arrays of china and sparkling crystal.
Seven? Where will you put them all? Oh—you need extra space and you want me to bed some of them down in rows in my basement. " "I what? " Shelley said, dislodging Meow as though he carried a fatal virus. "No, I don't want you to keep them. That crossed my mind, but between us we don't have room for seven and it isn't fair to invite people to your house then make them rough it that way. " She was frantically brushing orange fur off her black slacks. "Good. " "The men who bought the old Judge Francisco mansion?
She pulled out a billfold and flipped it open. "Pooky," she said. "God, if my driver's license looked like that, I'd give up driving for good. " Jane went to the kitchen door. Beth had joined the kitchen crowd, Mimi had disappeared, and Pooky was standing at the butcher block workstation flipping through a magazine. " Jane asked her. " In a few minutes Pooky came in looking spooked. "It's full of your things. Knitting stuff," she said to Avalon. "How did that happen? " Crispy upended Avalon's purse on the coffee table.