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her.”
“He’s a guy. They never pay attention to stuff like that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll help. I promise. If you want the drapes cleaned, we’ll do that. Whatever you want. We have more than a week before your mom comes. We can make it look better than it did when she left.”
She heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Did your mom say anything about the state of the house at Christmas when they were here?”
“No.”
“Did she even imply that it wasn’t clean enough?”
“No.”
“Did she do any extra cleaning while she was here?”
“Not really. You’re telling me I worry too much.”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. We’ll clean whatever you want. But then you have to promise me that you’ll quit worrying about it. I like your mom. She’s not going to say anything and she knows how busy you are, especially since you’re asking your dad for help.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, pay attention to your driving. Are you coming straight to the hotel?”
“I suppose so, since I can’t get to the vineyard job site.”
“I’ll see you later then.”
“I love you, Polly.”
“I love you too. Drive safely.”
She set the phone down beside her and stretched. This had been a very strange day. She stacked another load and hauled the two wheeler up the steps and to the dumpster, then stood and watched as more official looking vehicles drove down the street to the vineyard. They were having a strange day, too. She didn’t know Bruce Victor, didn’t even know if he was from the area. She didn’t know if he had a wife or kids or if his parents were still alive.
Polly had faced enough death to realize that it was part of life, but this family was facing a huge loss tonight. She wondered if the boys were friends with him and what this would do to their plans for the winery.
Walking over to the first room where the guys were stripping walls down to the frame, she knocked on the door, startling the lot of them. Ben Bowen pulled his face mask off and said, “Hey, what’s up? Do you need something?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m going home to get something to eat and let the dog out.”
“Cool. Let us know if you need anything.” He pulled the mask back over his mouth and nose and went back to work. Polly got into her truck and drove down the street toward the vineyard. Aaron’s SUV and two other vehicles were still there, but the emergency vehicles were gone. There was yellow tape stretched across the entrance. She chuckled. That wouldn’t stop the curious, but at least there wouldn’t be any cars driving in. She turned around and headed back to the highway.
Some might call it being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Polly wondered if there was some strange pull in her life. Coincidences drove her nuts. People died in a million ways every day, but in Bellingwood, she had to be the one to find them after they’d gone on. Maybe someday she’d write a book about the whole thing. She’d call herself the Dark Body Magnet. Hah. That was her super power. When everyone else was trying to figure out what it was they brought to the table, she could don a black cape with a Grim Reaper hood and …
Polly stopped at the corner to turn into her driveway and waited for two cars to drive past. And what? And nothing. All she knew was that if she was going to spend the next sixty years finding people after they had died, she needed to come to grips with it.
Her stomach came to attention when she opened the door from the garage to the main building. Rachel was cooking something wonderful. Polly knew she was a horrible mess. After her experience at the vineyard this morning, she’d spent time in the barn with the horses and donkeys and gone from there to the basement of the caretaker’s house. Maybe she’d just call Ben and ask him to take the cart back to the basement and close the place up. Then she could eat and take a long, hot shower. First, she had to see what was
“He’s a guy. They never pay attention to stuff like that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll help. I promise. If you want the drapes cleaned, we’ll do that. Whatever you want. We have more than a week before your mom comes. We can make it look better than it did when she left.”
She heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
“Did your mom say anything about the state of the house at Christmas when they were here?”
“No.”
“Did she even imply that it wasn’t clean enough?”
“No.”
“Did she do any extra cleaning while she was here?”
“Not really. You’re telling me I worry too much.”
“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. We’ll clean whatever you want. But then you have to promise me that you’ll quit worrying about it. I like your mom. She’s not going to say anything and she knows how busy you are, especially since you’re asking your dad for help.”
“Thank you.”
“Now, pay attention to your driving. Are you coming straight to the hotel?”
“I suppose so, since I can’t get to the vineyard job site.”
“I’ll see you later then.”
“I love you, Polly.”
“I love you too. Drive safely.”
She set the phone down beside her and stretched. This had been a very strange day. She stacked another load and hauled the two wheeler up the steps and to the dumpster, then stood and watched as more official looking vehicles drove down the street to the vineyard. They were having a strange day, too. She didn’t know Bruce Victor, didn’t even know if he was from the area. She didn’t know if he had a wife or kids or if his parents were still alive.
Polly had faced enough death to realize that it was part of life, but this family was facing a huge loss tonight. She wondered if the boys were friends with him and what this would do to their plans for the winery.
Walking over to the first room where the guys were stripping walls down to the frame, she knocked on the door, startling the lot of them. Ben Bowen pulled his face mask off and said, “Hey, what’s up? Do you need something?”
“No. I’m fine. I’m going home to get something to eat and let the dog out.”
“Cool. Let us know if you need anything.” He pulled the mask back over his mouth and nose and went back to work. Polly got into her truck and drove down the street toward the vineyard. Aaron’s SUV and two other vehicles were still there, but the emergency vehicles were gone. There was yellow tape stretched across the entrance. She chuckled. That wouldn’t stop the curious, but at least there wouldn’t be any cars driving in. She turned around and headed back to the highway.
Some might call it being in the wrong place at the wrong time, but Polly wondered if there was some strange pull in her life. Coincidences drove her nuts. People died in a million ways every day, but in Bellingwood, she had to be the one to find them after they’d gone on. Maybe someday she’d write a book about the whole thing. She’d call herself the Dark Body Magnet. Hah. That was her super power. When everyone else was trying to figure out what it was they brought to the table, she could don a black cape with a Grim Reaper hood and …
Polly stopped at the corner to turn into her driveway and waited for two cars to drive past. And what? And nothing. All she knew was that if she was going to spend the next sixty years finding people after they had died, she needed to come to grips with it.
Her stomach came to attention when she opened the door from the garage to the main building. Rachel was cooking something wonderful. Polly knew she was a horrible mess. After her experience at the vineyard this morning, she’d spent time in the barn with the horses and donkeys and gone from there to the basement of the caretaker’s house. Maybe she’d just call Ben and ask him to take the cart back to the basement and close the place up. Then she could eat and take a long, hot shower. First, she had to see what was
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