Aunt Bessie Enjoys (An Isle of Man Cozy Mystery Book 5) by Xarissa Diana

Author:Xarissa, Diana [Xarissa, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-04-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Monday morning was dark and rainy and Bessie actually considered skipping her walk and just curling up with another book. As she ate her toast, she stared out at the relentlessly falling drops, frowning at their persistence.

“You aren’t going for a walk in this, are you?” Doona asked from the kitchen doorway.

Bessie smiled at her friend, who was still wrapped in a bathrobe, wearing fuzzy slippers. “I was thinking about it,” she said.

“But it’s horrible out there,” Doona said, checking that the kettle was still hot. She fixed herself a cup of tea while Bessie watched the weather a bit more.

“It might not get any better later,” Bessie said eventually. “I think I’ll just take a short stroll.”

“As I’m trying very hard not to treat you like a child, I won’t even argue with you,” Doona told her. “But I will tell you I think you’re crazy.”

Bessie laughed. “I suspect a lot of people would agree with you.”

She put on her raincoat and her Wellingtons and grabbed an umbrella. “It isn’t windy, at least,” she told Doona as she pulled open the back door to the cottage.

“I’m going to go and get a shower,” Doona replied “I bet I come out of it drier than you’ll be when you get back.”

After a few steps, Bessie started to think Doona might be right. It wasn’t terribly windy, but what breeze there was seemed to be blowing the rain in every direction at once. She made sure her coat was zipped to the very top and pulled the umbrella down as close to her head as possible. This was definitely going to be a short walk.

Bessie walked as far as the last of the rental cottages and then turned around. The beach was completely deserted and only a few of the cottages even had lights on in them as yet. Bessie was halfway back to her home when she noticed a man standing on the small patio behind his cottage.

“Hulloo, Miss Cubbon,” he called.

Bessie waved at him. He was standing under the small awning that partially covered the patio, holding a small umbrella and frowning up at the sky.

“Hello, Spencer, how are you this morning?” Bessie called in reply.

“I had an early tee time for the course in Castletown,” he told Bessie. “I’ve just called and apparently it’s just as bad down there as it is here. What can you recommend for me to do on a rainy Monday?”

“Have you been around the Manx Museum yet?” Bessie asked. “Or Castle Rushen? The House of Manannan in Peel is wonderful as well, and all three are indoors.”

Spencer smiled brightly. “Those are all great ideas,” he said. “I really should know more about the island’s history. Maybe I’ll try the Manx Museum. That’s in Douglas, right?”

Bessie gave him directions. “Have a wonderful time,” she told him as she headed towards home.

Back at her cottage, Doona was just climbing into her own Wellington boots. “I was just coming to look for you,” she told Bessie.

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