Plundered Christmas by Susan Lyttek

Author:Susan Lyttek
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: christian Fiction
ISBN: 9781611164619
Publisher: Pelican Ventures Book Group
Published: 2014-09-20T04:00:00+00:00

8

The winds of the storm began to howl almost an hour before the thunder, rain, and lightning came in all their fury.

I was grateful we were inside and sheltered.

The four of us who had done kitchen duty, had moved all the efforts of our labor to the sideboard at the back of the great room. We put the kettles of coffee over alcohol burners. But if those used up their fuel before the storm ended, I’d be drinking cold coffee. The rest of the food we had prepared was designed to keep for a long time at room temperature. We had most of the platters covered with plastic wrap. People could unwrap a plate as the other trays got used up. Plus there were tons of Christmas cookies of various flavors and shapes that Frau Schmidt had made well in advance of our visit.

No one would starve during this storm. At least not in this house.

However, I don’t think people were thinking about food as the wind and wave attacked. I knew, from the storms and hurricanes the manor had weathered in the past, that I was as safe as I could be. But as the building creaked in the force of the gale, I still worried.

God, I prayed. I know You are in charge of everything. This storm has not escaped Your notice or Your power. Watch over us.

One flash of lightning was so close that its glow came through the slats. I happened to follow the angle of light. It hit the shark hanging above the fireplace. The gleam of light made the shark seem alive again, and ready to attack. “Just come a little closer,” the eyes seemed to say. “You do, and I’ll do to you what I did to Margo.”

How creepy.

“Did you see that?” James whispered, elbowing me.

“Yes. It seemed like a sign or something. As soon as we can, we need to look more into the shark attack on Margo. I have a feeling that ties into everything.”

James agreed. “Didn’t William harpoon that shark for Margo?”

“Yes, he did. So obviously, he knew the sharks and understood their habits. And Margo blamed him for her accident…” I leaned into my hubby.

Across the room, I could see our two huddled over Justin’s game system, trying to ignore the storm, the fighting women, and the definite lack of Christmas. It was so cute to see them together. They might fight, argue, pick on each other and generally, act like brother and sister, but when they were the only kids around, they supported each other and actually seemed to like each other.

I hoped that when they were all grown up they would continue to get along well—not like the sisters-in-law in this very room.

But perhaps Anne had gotten along well with her brother, Margo’s deceased husband, Mark Banet, and she just didn’t like his choice in wives. What was the ill-will between Aimee’s father, another Banet relative, and Margo? What history could drive these family members so far

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