The Spring Cleaning Murders (1998)
“ On the following Sunday, skies hung low, like soggy woolen blankets abandoned on a clothesline. The wind gurgled and moaned and rain drizzled drearily down the windowpanes. Spring seemed as much a matter of wishful thinking as the hope that Mrs. Malloy would ever return to Merlin’s Court. Perhaps if I had gone to church that morning I would have been blessed with a better perspective on life in general. But I had woken up feeling sluggish and out of sorts, and after I lost my handbag, found i...t, and misplaced it again, Ben had suggested that I stay at home and enjoy a little peace and quiet without him and the children. That’s the trouble with husbands. They know when we are dragging our heels and they help butter the stairs to hell by being nice about it.
Fortunately I did have something to feel holy about. I had finally finished reorganizing the kitchen cupboards. The shelves were freshly lined; every piece of china and glass was polished so that the Wicked Queen could have seen Snow White’s face in their mirror gloss.MoreLess
Fortunately I did have something to feel holy about. I had finally finished reorganizing the kitchen cupboards. The shelves were freshly lined; every piece of china and glass was polished so that the Wicked Queen could have seen Snow White’s face in their mirror gloss.MoreLess
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