The Housewife Assassin's Ghost Protocol by Josie Brown

Author:Josie Brown [Brown, Josie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Signal Press
Published: 2016-04-06T04:00:00+00:00

Lee walks at a leisurely pace: up the steps into the grand foyer, and toward the elevator that will take us to the top floor, where Janie’s bedroom suite is located.

Once the door closes, and he’s assured we’re away from prying eyes and perked ears, he mutters, “I wish Babette were half as strict with Janie as I am. It would make life easier. Instead, she encourages Janie to pit us against each other so that she can be viewed as the ‘good parent’.”

“That’s a shame,” I reply. “Although, I do understand her desire to stay close as Janie grows older.”

“You’ve got it all wrong. Babette’s fear isn’t about Janie growing older, but about her own aging. She doesn’t want to be the parent. She wants to be the indulgent older sister.”

Ouch. But, yeah, he’s got Babette pegged.

One-hundred forty-three, one-hundred forty-two, one-hundred forty-one…

“Under any circumstances, it’s hard to bring up a child,” I point out. “With considerable wealth and all the trappings of the White House, it’s got to be nearly impossible to keep a child’s feet on the ground.”

“Please don’t make excuses for Babette. We both know she’s self-centered. I’d hoped another child in her life would change her for the better, but who am I kidding? She’ll always put herself first. It’s just…it’s just who she is.”

“Is Babette home?” I ask—a safe topic, I hope, but I doubt it.

“No. We’re hosting Drucker and his wife, Tilly. She took them to the Reagan Presidential Library. Drucker wanted to pay his respects graveside.” Lee’s eyes roll skyward. “It’s a great photo op for him, as you can imagine.”

I have to purse my lips to keep from laughing.

Lee’s not. He’s frowning. He turns to stare at the door again.

No better time to change the subject. “I’m so happy that Janie called Trisha. She hasn’t been sleeping well lately.”

Lee reaches for my hand and squeezes it sympathetically. “Really? Why is that?”

“She claims a ghost has been visiting her at night. Sadly, the ghost is Carl.”

“That’s not a dream. It’s a nightmare.”

How do I respond to that?

I can’t. We’ve both learned the hard way that what he said is the truth.

We make the rest of the trip in silence.

He doesn’t let got of my hand until the elevator door opens.

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