Dead Man’s Chest by Marian Allen “That’s everything except the steamer trunk. Anybody want that?” Jonathan smoothed his tie and flipped through the inventory on his clipboard. If all families were like his own, he and his fellow lawyers would be short of work. Uncle…
Suspicion by Marian Allen Whaddya waking a man up for? I’m sleeping in the daytime ’cause I work third shift, that’s why. Don’t you cops ever work third shift? No wonder there’s so much crime around here. Maybe if you worked ’round the clock you’d…
Thank you, Jane, for introducing me to Regencies back in our bright college days. 🙂 This is not really about food, but it is about a food superstition. Thirteen At Table by Marian Allen Constance sat in the drawing room, glaring at her grandfather’s portrait…
