Vendetta
Chapter One
Myra walked over to the kitchen door to peer
outside. She eyed the temperature gauge and
gasped. "Charles, it's twenty-seven degrees! Good
heavens! Do we have enough wood for all the
fireplaces? We did have an oil delivery, didn't
we? We're going to freeze down in the war room."
"Darling, relax. We have two full cords of wood.
I carried several loads in earlier this afternoon.
Oil was delivered three days ago. We are not
going to freeze. Don't you remember, dear, we
had special heaters installed in the war room in
early September?"
"You're right, I forgot I am just so overwhelmed
that I am finally.... Never mind, it's
all I've been talking about today. Your ears must
be sore by now. The girls are late, aren't they?"
"No, Myra, the girls are not late. We said seven
and it's only six-thirty. Please try and relax. Do
you think they will like my dinner? I thought
about doing something fancy and elegant but
decided, that, with the weather, the girls might
like some comfort food. And I know how you
like my pot roast."
"It smells wonderful, Charles. The potato
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