Creeps Suzette
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“Mend your ways,” Phyliss said ominously. “By the way,” she went on, looking at Judith, “your dryer’s on its last legs. Something nasty’s leaking out of one of those pipes by the old coal bin. Oh, and the hot water isn’t really hot today. In fact, it’s been getting worse all week.”
Judith rolled her eyes. “Great. That sounds like at least a grand in repair bills. We’re barely going to squeak by this month.”
Renie shot Judith an ironic glance. “Do you wish you were rich?”
Judith started to open her mouth, caught herself, and grinned at Renie. “No. I really like being poor.”
“I thought so,” said Renie. “So do I.”
Phyliss looked mystified, then shrugged. “It’s a good thing,” she remarked. “The sink’s backed up in the bathroom between guest rooms five and six. You better call a plumber.”
By four o’clock, Judith was anxious for Joe to come home. They’d hardly seen each other in the past five days. She was turning on the oven when he came through the back door.
Judith rushed to meet him and threw her arms around his neck before he could close the back door. “I’m so glad you’re home! Are you finished at Creepers?”
“Right,” Joe said between kisses. “Hey, why the warm welcome?”
Judith smiled. “Because you’re here.”
“I thought I was driving you nuts,” Joe replied, looking bewildered.
“I prefer it when you drive me crazy,” Judith said, leaning back to unloosen his tie. “If you know what I mean.”
The golden flecks danced in the magic eyes. “I think I do. But won’t the guests start arriving any time?”
Judith shook her head. “Our visitors are from that Midwestern church tour that’s in town for a big conference. Some of them are Phyliss’s relatives. They’ll arrive from the airport by van about five.”
“Then we have time to be crazy,” Joe said, pulling Judith over to the kitchen table.
“Joe!” Judith exclaimed. “Not here!”
“Why not?” Gently, he pressed her back against the table. “I never want you to think I’m dull or annoying.”
“You’re not.” Judith sighed as Joe slipped his hands under her cotton sweater. “Crazy, maybe. Poor. Broke. Oh, Joe,” she said, as they shed their clothes, “I’m so happy!”
As they writhed in rekindled passion, Joe and Judith were oblivious to everything but each other. They didn’t hear the open back door swing wide or the cheerful voice of a man they didn’t know.
“We got here early!” he cried. “Praise the Lord!”
About the Author
Seattle native Mary Daheim began telling stories with pictures when she was four. Since she could neither read nor write, and her artistic talent was questionable, her narratives were sometimes hard to follow. By second grade, she had learned how to string together both subjects and predicates, and hasn’t stopped writing since. A former newspaper reporter and public relations consultant, Daheim’s first of seven historical romances was published in 1983. In addition to Avon Books’ Bed-and-Breakfast series featuring Judith McMonigle Flynn, Daheim also pens the Alpine mysteries for Ballantine. She is married to David Daheim, a retired college instructor, and has three daughters—Barbara, Katherine and Magdalen.
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Bed-and-Breakfast Mysteries by
Mary Daheim
from Avon Books
DEAD MAN DOCKING
THIS OLD SOUSE
HOCUS CROAKUS
SILVER SCREAM
SUTURE SELF
A STREETCAR NAMED EXPIRE
CREEPS SUZETTE
HOLY TERRORS
JUST DESSERTS
LEGS BENEDICT
SNOW PLACE TO DIE
WED AND BURIED
SEPTEMBER MOURN
NUTTY AS A FRUITCAKE
AUNTIE MAYHEM
MURDER, MY SUITE
MAJOR VICES
A FIT OF TEMPERA
BANTAM OF THE OPERA
DUNE TO DEATH
FOWL PREY
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