Frankly My Dear, I'm Dead
Chapter One
I didn't mean to lose it. Really, I didn't. It must have been
the two squabbling teenagers. Or the two annoying adults.
Or the pressure of setting up a new business and knowing that
if I couldn't make a go of it, it would be just one more in a long
list of failures.
We won't even mention the divorce.
All I wanted was a minute to myself. Just one simple, single
minute to sit there in the new office and take a deep breath
and look around and say to myself, This is mine. And it's going to
work.
But I hadn't been there in the chair behind my new desk
more than ten seconds when the door burst open and Augusta
and Amelia came in snapping at each other over something.
They looked at me and said in unison, in the sort of plaintive
wail that only teenagers can manage, "Aunt Deliiiiilah!"
I held up one finger and closed my eyes. If they can do that
to me, I can do that to them. They sighed. Together, of course.
Then I heard heavier footsteps, and Luke Edwards, my
assistant-and son-in-law-said, "Miz Delilah, the phone's
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