She picked up a large needlepoint canvas and began stitching carefully. Braderman sat down on the couch, curling her legs underneath her. Braderman, I was still reading Nancy Drew. And the police don’t have a clue as to what’s going on…Get it? A clue?" Miss Marple is on the verge of cracking this whole case wide open. You too, Mel.Īre you trying to get rid of us? asked Melanie. Well, why don’t you go next door and find out? she suggested. No one knows, replied Mel, not looking up from her book. How long is this supposed to go on? he asked crossly. He wandered over to the screen door and stared outside at the rain. Braderman smiled and came into the living room. This argument’s forfeited on account of mugginess. One more cross word and you can both spend the rest of the day in your rooms. Braderman stuck her head out of the kitchen. You’re the Grand Pest of the World, Ruler and Leader of Pestilence, Head of-" I did not, Mom! shouted Mel, putting her book down long enough to stick her tongue out at her brother. Mel opened an Agatha Christie mystery and got prepared for a long, leisurely read. Maybe it’s because you’re the one who’s weird. You tell me so several times a day, replied Mel. You’re weird, you know that? said Timmy disgustedly. I love the rain, she said, looking at the streaming windows. She propped her legs up on the coffee table and sighed happily. MELANIE BRADERMAN SETTLED HERSELF comfortably in an armchair at her family’s beach house.
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