Give Murder A Hand: Lizzie. Book 2 (The Westport Mysteries) by Beth Prentice

Author:Beth Prentice [Prentice, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-16T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“On the way home I have to stop at Mum’s,” I said to Riley as we walked back towards our cars. “Did you want to stop in?”

“What do you have to do at your mum’s?”

“She called me earlier and summonsed me. Apparently she’s having a clear-out for a garage sale and she wants me to come and get whatever I want before she sells it.”

Riley smiled and moved in close for a kiss. “Sorry. You’re on your own with this one. I’m going to head back and get a start on pulling that kitchen wall out so the plumber can do his thing on Monday.”

“Really? Grandma would love to see you.”

“Send her my love,” he said, then kissed me lightly on the lips and headed to his car. I sighed. Looks like I’ll be dealing with them on my own.

I got into my car and pointed it in the direction of Mum’s. I loved my mum – I really did – but some days she could be just as intolerable as Grandma.

As I parked in her driveway, I noticed Molly was already there. Great, not only would I be able to find out how her date went, I would also have some extra help in diffusing the ticking bomb aka ... my mother. I had this sinking feeling that Mum was going to ask me to have Grandma for a while so that she could have a break. Under normal circumstances, I’d be happy to oblige, but I had enough stress in my life and I didn’t really need a house guest as well.

“Hello,” I called entering the house through the kitchen door. “Where is everyone?”

“We’re in here,” called back Molly, the sound of her voice coming from Mum’s bedroom.

I dropped my bag on the kitchen bench and walked through the house. I stopped at the bedroom door and my mouth dropped open. There in the middle of the room was Grandma, dressed up in Mum’s old wedding dress.

“What do you think? she asked, doing a twirl and nearly falling over.

Honestly, I couldn’t form words let alone tell her what I thought. “Wh ... wh...why?” I stammered.

“Mum pulled it out and gave it to me,” said Molly.

I noticed her shudder as she said the words. I’d seen Mum’s dress before and it was no more attractive this time. It had a high neck, long sleeves and big skirt with not one, but two hoops underneath it and made of lace. Now, I don’t mean pretty, delicate lace, I mean stiff tulle covered with the largest, ugliest flowers I’d ever seen. Not for the first time, I was grateful for being the middle child.

“Oh look, here’s the headdress and veil,” said Grandma excitedly.

She pulled the blue tissue paper from the box and retrieved a veil that was several meters long, edged with the same ugly flowers on the dress. “Oh, your mother looked beautiful in this,” said Grandma fondly.

“Has it always been that color?” I asked, noting the distinctive dark cream color to the dress.

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