Trouble with Harriet
Chapter One
"HOW'D YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR FORTUNE TOLD BY A TRUE GYPSY?"
It was a crisp autumn day, and I was traversing the market
square in Chitterton Fells after purchasing traveler's checks
at the bank. I had just avoided bumping into gossipy Mrs. Potter
from the Hearthside Guild, knowing she was dying to have
a word about our new vicar, when the thickset woman in the
tobacco-brown coat beckoned to me. She was sitting on one of
the stone benches under the clock tower. Having been brought
up not to be rude to strangers, I walked over to her.
"You've got luck in your face, young lady."
"Do I?"
"And a pretty face it is, too." She pushed back a lock of
unkempt hair before tossing down the cigarette she had been
smoking and grinding it underfoot.
"Thank you."
She certainly had the patter down pat. It was true I was looking
my best in my new heather tweed suit. But at thirty-three I
had come to terms with the fact that my eyes were rainwater gr ... read full excerpt from Trouble with Harriet ebook
