retirement. Frank Killegrew had feared it, hated it, fought
it—and left a path of death and destruction behind him.
Retirement wasn’t a dirty word, it was a new experience.
For men like Joe and Bill, who had paid their dues and invested not in corporations but in family, the work place was no
magic kingdom.
“You could cook,” Judith said suddenly. “You’ve always
been a good cook.”
Joe moved away just enough to look into Judith’s face.
“Cook what?”
“You know—some of the meals for the B&B guests.
Breakfast, of course. You do wonderful eggs.”
Joe laughed. “Only to serve you in bed. Which sounds like
a good idea.”
“What? Eggs?”
Joe shook his head. “No. Bed.” He clicked off the TV where
the weatherman was showing lingering snow clouds.
“Bed.” Judith repeated the word and smiled. “You’re right,
it’s a good idea.”
“Shall we?” Joe got up, stepping out of the tub.
Judith’s dark eyes danced. “Shall we what?” she asked
coyly.
“You know what,” said Joe.
They retired.
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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Mary Daheim
DEAD MAN DOCKING
THIS OLD SOUSE
HOCUS CROAKUS
SILVER SCREAM
SUTURE SELF
A STREETCAR NAMED EXPIRE
CREEPS SUZETTE
HOLY TERRORS
