Wellesley Wives (New England Trilogy) - Plot & Excerpts
“Jack, Sandra, come in.” A large gust of wind and a few fall leaves made it in the door with her guests. “It’s turning into a bit of a wild one, I’m afraid,” Jack announced as he handed Popsy a bottle of champagne and planted a kiss on her cheek.“Jack, you know better than to bring a gift.”“And you know better than to think I wouldn’t.” He laughed and removed his coat. “Big change in the weather. Have you heard? They say we’re going to get the tail-end of some hurricane that hit the south last week.”“You know the weather people always get it wrong,” Sandra said as she slid out of her full-length mink.Popsy wasn’t sure, but it sounded like they were already bickering. She tried to lighten the mood.“Storm or no storm, I’m so relieved you’re the first here. We can have a drink and talk about the visitors before they arrive.” She smiled conspiratorially. As they walked past the doors to the dining room, Sandra commented, “You’ve pulled out the big guns tonight, I see.”“Popsy always was the best hostess,”
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