Marigold's Marriages (2016)
“Sunlight streamed into the dining room, the French windows stood open, and the scent of coffee, toast, and crisp bacon hung in the air. All eyes were fixed upon Jennifer Avenbury’s portrait. The boys hadn’t been able to offer further suggestions, so it seemed like an impasse.
If only Jenny would come, and say something more, Marigold thought as she stroked Sir Francis. The mallard had wandered in from the terrace, and once again settled on the table beside her. For a while he had added his usual derogatory comments to the discussion, grumbling beneath his bill, and sighing now and then in a long-suffering way. No one paid him any heed, and at last he tucked his head beneath his wing and went to sleep.
The boys had indeed listened at the door for a long time the previous evening, for there was nothing they did not know about the situation. Nor, it had to be said, was there anything they did not take in their stride; but then, apprentice demonologists had to be made of stern stuff, exce...pt perhaps when unnamed but frightful fiends might be in the offing.MoreLess
If only Jenny would come, and say something more, Marigold thought as she stroked Sir Francis. The mallard had wandered in from the terrace, and once again settled on the table beside her. For a while he had added his usual derogatory comments to the discussion, grumbling beneath his bill, and sighing now and then in a long-suffering way. No one paid him any heed, and at last he tucked his head beneath his wing and went to sleep.
The boys had indeed listened at the door for a long time the previous evening, for there was nothing they did not know about the situation. Nor, it had to be said, was there anything they did not take in their stride; but then, apprentice demonologists had to be made of stern stuff, exce...pt perhaps when unnamed but frightful fiends might be in the offing.MoreLess
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