Malory and A Time To Die Chapter Nine When I called to leave the lemon meringue pie for Thea, she greeted me eagerly. “Oh good, I was just going to ring you. Could you do me a favor? My washing machine’s finally given up the ghost. Well, I say ‘finally,’ but we seem to have had it only a couple o...
Malory and Any Man's Death Chapter Eleven The more I looked at the list of initials, the more confused I became. F.T., E.T., Fred and Ellen—what secret could they possibly have? Or Jim and Mary Fletcher, pillars of rectitude; so were all the others. But as William said, we all have secrets; wh...