Page 18 of A December to Remember
“Except behind the armoire, where it’s all still like new. It’s like a time capsule. The same patchwork quilts on our old beds. Remember the rag rug?”
“Where Dad used to sit cross-legged and read us bedtime stories.” Maggie smiled. If nothing else, Augustus had made great readers out of his daughters.
“Wasn’t it dusty?”
“I go in every couple of weeks and give it a once-over,” said Maggie. “And I changed all the bedding yesterday; I had a feeling Star might end up staying.”
“Witch.” Simone smiled.
“Takes one to know one.” Maggie grinned back.
“You ought to hire a cleaner to go in once a month to save you having to do it,” Simone offered helpfully.
“Like I can afford a cleaner!” It irked Maggie that things like keeping their dad’s flat in good order was something her sisters didn’t even have to think about. It wasn’t their fault, but neither was it fair.
“Did it feel odd sleeping in the flat?” Simone asked. “Was it spooky?”
“Not spooky. Nostalgic maybe. But then I spent a lot of time there on my own, if you recall. Maggie said you’ve rented the Dalgleish cottage. What was that like? Old memories of snogging Kelly?” Star grinned.
They used to play with Mrs. Dalgleish’s daughter, Kelly, when they stayed in Rowan Thorp for the summer. Kelly was Simone’s first-ever kiss.
“What about you?” Simone countered, blushing. “I saw you out of the window last night, in Troy’s car. Did Antonia know?” She made it sound like an accusation.
Troy and his wife, Antonia, owned the Rowan Tree Inn.
“Spying, were you? Troy very kindly picked me up from the station last night. Don’t make it sound seedy.”
Troy and Star had been summer sweethearts in their early teens, but it had fizzled out quite naturally. He’d been a good friend to her when she’d been in desperate need of one and they’d remained close into adulthood. Star was also friends with Antonia and was a firm favorite with their children.
“You started it.” Simone pouted.
“I made a joke. You made an accusation.”
“And also, I wasn’tspying, I just happened to be looking out of the window as you drove past.”
“All right!” Maggie interjected. “Dad’s forcing us to work together and it’s going to be a bloody nightmare if you two keep bitching at each other. So grow up and suck it up.” She let out ashaky breath. Confrontation wasn’t her forte, but her nerves were already stretched too thin.
“Dad’s really done a number on us, hasn’t he?” Star dropped her head onto Maggie’s shoulder.
“Doesn’t look like even death can put a stop to his shenanigans,” Simone agreed.
“It’s nice to be called ‘babes of the woods’ again,” Star remarked sentimentally. “Do you remember?”
Maggie covered Star’s hand with her own. “I remember,” she said, and was surprised to feel Simone’s smooth fingers curling around her other hand.
“Me too,” said Simone.
“Well, that’s allof it,” said Vanessa, slipping the papers back into a folder and laying her palms down flat upon it in the universal gesture for “we’re done here, folks.” She looked at each of them. “Any questions?”
“Apart from ‘what the hell?’ ” asked Simone.
Vanessa laughed. Now that she had removed her metaphorical solicitor’s hat, she seemed to relax. “Yeah, apart from that. It’s a lot to take in. We’ve never had a will quite like it.”
“But when did he hide all the Monopoly houses?” asked Maggie.
“According to my dad, he’s been hiding them for the last fifteen years, but he only delivered the instructions to us just before he left for his last trip. Was Monopoly a game you used to play together?”
“Not religiously, no. We probably played it a couple of times each summer,” said Maggie. “On a picnic rug spread out under the trees.”
