Entangled (The Fredrickson Winery Novels Book 1) by Barbara Ellen Brink

Author:Barbara Ellen Brink [Brink, Barbara Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Amazon.com
Published: 2010-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

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The salon was booked and Mother couldn't get in until Friday. She made an appointment, obviously planning to stick around, and we got back in the car. The heat from the afternoon sun filled the vehicle, a blazing furnace on wheels. I flipped on the air-conditioning before pulling into traffic.

"Well, what now?" I asked. We were already out and about and might as well make the most of it. There were things I wanted to purchase for the house, small items that would make it my own. Uncle Jack's taste in décor went South of the border often times and I preferred soft, muted, relaxing colors. Call me a boring, Midwestern traditionalist, but I found it much easier to fall asleep in a room painted a soothing shade of eggshell than in Jack's master bedroom painted brick red with black trim. Luckily, he neglected to hang any of the abstracts in there, but I still felt as though I had fallen into hell's waiting room when I lay on the bed.

"Might as well get a feel for your new town. Maybe do some shopping?" Mother gazed raptly out the window, her built-in radar buzzing away as she waited for it to hone in on a sale. She loved to shop.

"That's what I was thinking, believe it or not."

She patted my knee. "I knew you'd turn out right sooner or later."

"Don't get all excited. I'm not turning into you," I said. "My aversion to shopping is just overshadowed by my tremendous dislike for Jack's decorating choices."

Mother pulled down the visor mirror and fluffed her hair. "His taste does seem a bit eccentric. In the old days I would have said eclectic, but obviously he changed quite a lot in twenty years." She reapplied her lipstick before flipping up the visor; worry lines etched between her brows as she turned toward me. "Do you think he may have gone a bit crazy in his last years? I mean -- he painted excruciating things on canvas, gave away all his beautiful furniture, and willed you his estate."

"Are you saying he wasn't judicious in his choice of an heir?"

Mother's radar must have lit up. She pointed for me to turn at the next right. A large furniture store sprawled on the corner. Next to that a paint and carpet store. Just what I needed. I parked the car between a little convertible and a huge SUV and shut off the ignition.

"Honey, his judgment was as sound as a newly tuned piano," she reassured me. Smiling, she snapped her purse shut and opened the door of the car.

"For a crazy man," I added under my breath.

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