The Tail of the Tip-Off
Bantam Dell Publishing Group, Div of Random House, Inc (Verlag)
978-0-553-58285-7 (ISBN)
Chapter 1A gray sleety drizzle rattled against the handblown windowpanes in the rectory at St. Luke's Lutheran Church. As if in counterpoint, a fire crackled in the large but simple fireplace, the mantel adorned by a strip of dentil carving. The hands of that carver had turned to dust in 1797.The members of the Parish Guild were seated in a semicircle around the fireplace, at a graceful coffee table in the middle. As anyone knows, serving on a board or a committee is a dubious honor. Most people recognize their duty in time to avoid it. However, the work must be done and some good folks bow their heads to the yoke.Mary Minor Haristeen had succumbed to the thrill of being elected, of being considered responsible, by the congregation. This thrill thinned as the tangle of tasks presented themselves in meeting after meeting. She liked the physical problems better than the people problems. Fixing a fallen drainspout was within her compass of expertise. Fixing a broken heart, offering succor to the ill, well, she was learning.The good pastor of St. Luke's, the Reverend Herbert C. Jones, excelled at both the people problems and teaching. He gladly gave of himself to any board member, any parishioner. As he'd baptized Mrs. Haristeen, nicknamed Harry, he felt a special affection for the good-looking woman in her late thirties. It was an affection bounteously returned for Harry loved the Rev, as she called him, with all her heart.Although the guild was bickering at this exact moment, it'd be fair to say that every member loved the Reverend Jones. It would be also fair to say that most of them liked--if not loved--Harry. The one exception being BoomBoom Craycroft who sort of liked her and sort of didn't. The feeling was mutual.Like large white confetti, papers rested on the coffee table along with mugs. The aroma of coffee and hot chocolate somewhat dissipated the tension."We just can't go off half-cocked here and authorize an expenditure of twelve thousand dollars." Tazio Chappars crossed her arms over her chest. She was an architect and a young, attractive woman of color, with an Italian mother and an African-American father."Well, we have to do something," Herb said in his resonant, hypnotic voice."Why?" Tazio, combative, shifted in her seat."Because the place looks like hell," Harry blurted out. "Sorry, Rev.""Quite all right. It does." Herb laughed.Hayden McIntyre, the town's general practitioner, was a fleshy man with an air of command if not a touch of arrogance. He slipped his pencil out from behind his ear and began scribbling on the budget papers which had been handed out at the beginning of the meeting. "Let's try this. I am not arguing replacing the carpet in the rectory. We've put this off for four years now. I remember hearing arguments pro and con when I first came on board. This is one of the loveliest, most graceful churches in the Piedmont and it should reflect that." An appreciative murmur accompanied this statement. "I've broken this down into three areas of immediate need. First the sacristy: must be done." He held up his hand as Tazio opened her mouth. "It must. I know what you're going to say.""No you don't." Her hazel eyes brightened. "Well, okay, maybe you do. Pick up the carpet and sand the floors.""Tazio, we've been over that. We can't do that because the floorboards are so thin they can't take it." Matthew Crickenberger, head of Charlottesville's largest construction firm, clapped his hands together softly for emphasis. "Those floorboards are chestnut. They've been doing their job since 1797 and frankly they're tired and we can't really replace them. If you think the bill for new carpeting is high, wait until you see the bill for chestnut flooring even if we could find it. Mountain Lumber up there off Route 29 might be able to scare some up and give us a preacher's price, but we're still talkin
| Erscheint lt. Verlag | 30.3.2004 |
|---|---|
| Reihe/Serie | Mrs. Murphy ; 11 |
| Zusatzinfo | 10 LINE DRAWINGS |
| Verlagsort | New York |
| Sprache | englisch |
| Maße | 108 x 172 mm |
| Gewicht | 215 g |
| Themenwelt | Literatur ► Krimi / Thriller / Horror |
| Literatur ► Zweisprachige Ausgaben ► Deutsch / Englisch | |
| Schlagworte | Englisch; Krimis/Thriller • Englisch; Romane/Erzählungen • Katzen; Krimis/Thriller |
| ISBN-10 | 0-553-58285-2 / 0553582852 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0-553-58285-7 / 9780553582857 |
| Zustand | Neuware |
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