Murdering Mr. Monti: A Merry Little Tale Of Sex And Violence - Plot & Excerpts
Monti 13 • AND THEN THERE WERE NONE Philip had wished to notify me about the new love of his life because we would all be seeing each other on Sunday, when the Cranes—she a lifelong Republican and he a ditto Democrat—were throwing one of their big bipartisan bashes. Nobody understands how Drew and Blake Crane have stayed married for almost thirty years when on every political candidate and every political issue they publicly and passionately disagree. Nevertheless they have been together since 1964, when her Goldwater Buick sideswiped his Johnson VW. And once a year they pay back a great many social obligations by filling up their house with wall-to-wall (and sometimes truly off-the-wall) people. The food is always terrible, but that’s okay with me. I think of the Cranes as a diet opportunity. That night I not only watched my weight, I also watched Philip and back-from-Belfast Adrienne. He was fawning and drooling all over her. She was treating his adoration with cool disdain. My (admittedly childish) annoyance about their relationship began to fade, however, when I heard Philip say, “May I bring you a fruit tart, queridas,”
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