The Body in the Attic by Katherine Hall Page

Author:Katherine Hall Page
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Spouses of clergy, Cookbooks, Shelters for the homeless, Caterers and catering, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Fiction, Homeless persons, Women in the food industry, Massachusetts, Large print books, Large type books, Faith Sibley (Fictitious character), General, Fairchild
ISBN: 9781585474851
Publisher: Center Point Large Print
Published: 2004-10-14T21:00:00+00:00

the one dropping hints so broad, they echoed all the way to Cambridge, filling her thoughts from each meeting to the next. And she hadn’t taken him up on any of them. She’d smiled, been flattered. Who wouldn’t have been? An attractive man—no, make that a very attractive man. The hints had remained hints—although she had kept meeting him—and, she admitted to herself, would be still if only she knew where he was.

She was so confused.

Then she decided to be worried. When Richard had dropped out of her life the last time, it had been with plenty of—well, some—warning and for a reason. This time, there had been nothing. She went back to obsessing that something must have happened to him on the street. He might be ill, lying in Mass General or some other hospital at this very moment. What was his alias? Richie, Richard Goodman. She could call around and see if he had been admitted. Maybe she’d do it later.

The day lay stretched out in front of her. Ordinarily, a gift of time like this would thrill her with its array of possibilities. Now she had trouble generating any, restless though she might be. She could go out to Aleford and experiment with some of the new pasta recipes she was fine-tuning for their Have Faith’s spring menus. The best so far was the simplest—linguine with fresh asparagus (see recipe on page 292). Bite-size pieces of asparagus were cooked for a scant minute or two with sautéed onion and garlic. Then she added a little white wine and lemon juice to the bright green pieces, piling it all on top of the pasta portions. She hadn’t figured out about the cheese yet—grated Parmesan, curls of Pecorino, or maybe no cheese at all, just a bit of salt and pepper? She had also tried the mixture pureed as a filling for ravioli, and that had been delicious, too.

But she didn’t feel like going to work. She was annoyed with herself. Mooning around. It was getting pathetic. Self-involvement was boring even when encountered in oneself. Tom had mentioned that they were shorthanded in the kitchen at Oak Street because of the storm that was being predicted. The volunteers who came in from the suburbs didn’t want to drive in bad weather or risk getting stranded. If she wasn’t going out to Aleford, she should head down there. They prepared the evening meal around 1:00 P.M. Oak Street didn’t serve lunch, only breakfast and dinner. With nothing on her plate except anxiety, Faith decided to go help out. Besides, it was as close as she could get to Richard at the moment.

As she walked down Brattle toward Harvard Square, she slipped her phone out of her purse and on impulse called Bitsy Higginson. They had not been able to get together as much as Faith had hoped—and Bitsy did not seem averse, either. Concerned as she was about Richard Morgan, the woman who wrote the diary—Dora—was never far from Faith’s thoughts, especially since yesterday.

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