Mary had a little Scare by Wendy Meadows

Author:Wendy Meadows [Meadows, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Majestic Owl Publishing LLC
Published: 2019-01-01T22:00:00+00:00

6

Matthew took the cup of coffee from Mary and carefully set it down on the table. “When did you say Brenda contacted you about my wife’s funeral?” he asked Betty.

Betty sipped at her coffee, glanced at Mary, and moved forward with extreme caution. “Cousin Brenda didn’t call me,” she explained. “The woman who called me had a lovely voice. Sadly…Cousin Brenda’s voice sounds like a—”

“Chipmunk, yes I know.” Matthew sighed. “Her voice is a constant nuisance to my ears.”

“It’s not her fault,” Betty said, becoming angry at Matthew. “Cousin Brenda is a very…sweet woman. It’s not her fault that her voice sounds like a chipmunk.”

“Be that as it may,” Matthew told Betty, “that doesn’t change the nagging voice into a rose petal.”

“Cousin Brenda does not nag,” Betty insisted. “Why, that poor dear is suffering inside of her very heart. Aunt Gennifer is close to the grave and that alone must be tearing Cousin Brenda to shreds. So don’t you dare sit here and insult her, you…you…creepy old bat.”

“Now Betty,” Mary said, spotting the perfect opportunity to please Matthew’s good side, “let’s not be rude. Uncle Ralph is being very hospitable toward us. Cousin Brenda ordered us to leave earlier, remember?”

Betty stared into Mary’s eyes and quickly caught onto the game. “I’m sorry…Uncle Ralph.”

“Not to worry, my dear,” Matthew told Betty, “you’ve been through a very trying night.” Matthew glanced down at his coffee and decided to take a sip. “Some nights can be very trying,” he continued in a sad voice that gave Mary the creeps. “Some nights more than others, I’m afraid.”

Mary pretended to show sympathy and then carefully eased into a question that had been gnawing at her mind. “Uncle Ralph,” she said, “this mansion is very…uh, beautiful. If you don’t mind me asking, or sounding too nosy, what did you do for…or still do…for a living?”

Matthew, acting like he enjoyed being called by the name of his murdered brother, pushed a bored smile to his face. “Oh, my dear, I wouldn’t want to bore you with such…dribble.”

“Please,” Mary urged Matthew in a voice that sounded very authentic. “This mansion is, well, fascinating. I would love to learn about its history and what you did…or still do,” Mary quickly added, “for a living. A man who owns this mansion certainly must be very interesting and not full of…dribble.”

Matthew, being a prideful man all his life, saw an opportunity to flatter a beautiful young woman. The one thing Matthew could never refuse in his entire life was a pretty face—and Mary was very pretty. So for a few minutes he allowed his mind to walk down an arrogant path and forget the business at hand. “Well, if you insist,” he told Mary and took another sip of coffee.

“I’m afraid I do,” Mary said and motioned around the kitchen. “It’s a dark and rainy night, Uncle Ralph. A few…delightful…stories would really calm my nerves.”

“Oh, yes indeed,” Betty added and quickly sipped at her coffee, hoping she didn’t sound too eager.

Matthew smiled his creepy smile.

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