“exclaimed Ethel as she burst into the kitchen early Thursday morning without bothering to knock. “I have a bone to pick with you.” “Good morning to you, too, Auntie,” said Jane pleasantly. “I thought you were Belle’s friend,” snapped her aunt as she pulled out a kitchen chair and sat down with a loud harrumph. “I thought I was too.” She continued cracking eggs. “Belle told me that you snatched a perfectly lovely man right out from under her nose yesterday.” “I did what?” Jane turned around and ...stared at her aunt. “She said that she and Clive Fagler, that columnist from the Inquirer, were getting along famously until you swept in and stole him from her.” Jane tossed an eggshell into the sink. “She said that?” Ethel shrugged. “Those weren’t her exact words.” “Well, if you’re going to go around repeating what others have said, you might at least attempt to use their exact words.” Ethel gave her head an impatient shake. “She simply said that she felt that she might’ve had a chance with Mr.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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