18 Deader Homes And Gardens
“asked Jordan.
Justifiably startled, I reeled around, then gaped at her. “What have you done?”
Her hair was no longer purple, nor was it aligned in a rigid row across the top of her head. It resembled a shaggy brown pelt, but it was an improvement. The bling had been removed, exposing small holes that she’d attempted to cover with makeup. The rest of her face was clean. “Better?”
“Good grief,” I said, “did Uncle Charles convert you?”
Jordan blushed. “Not likely. I just decided I was too old for the goth crap. It took a lot of time to pull off, and after the initial horror, nobody seemed to care. Why are you looking for Aunt Margaret Louise here? She’s at the mill, getting ready to go play bridge with her cronies. We need to catch her before she leaves.” She tugged on my arm. “Please, Mrs. Malloy. You promised.”
“I’ll take care of it, Jordan. If your aunt has gone, I can clear it with Nattie. Wait for me by the statue.” I took a peek around the corner of the building.
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