Рита Браун - Claws And Effect

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Winter puts tiny Crozet,
Virginia, in a deep freeze and
everyone seems to be suffering
from the winter blahs, including
postmistress Mary Minor “Harry” Haristeen. So all are ripe for the
juicy gossip coming out of
Crozet Hospital–until the main
source of that gossip turns up
dead. It’s not like Harry to resist
a mystery, and she soon finds the hospital a hotbed of ego,
jealousy, and illicit love.
But it’s tiger cat Mrs. Murphy,
roaming the netherworld of
Crozet Hospital, who sniffs out a
secret that dates back to the Underground Railroad. Then
Harry is attacked and a doctor is
executed in cold blood.
Soon only a quick-witted cat
and her animal pals feline
Pewter and corgi Tee Tucker stand between Harry and a
coldly calculating killer with a
prescription for murder.

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"Marriage might improve your humor." A slight smile played over Mim's lips, mocha lipstick perfectly applied.

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that we are meant to go in twos. Remember the animals on Noah's Ark?"

The younger woman, lithe and as well dressed as her mother, returned, gracefully lowering herself into the chair. "I'd like to marry again but Blair isn't going to ask me. He's not in love with me."

"I'm glad you realize that. Anyway, he travels too much for his work. Men who travel are never faithful."

"Neither are men who stay at home." Marilyn was fully aware of her father's peccadilloes.

"Touché."

"I'm sorry. That was a low blow."

Mim smoothed her skirt. "The truth isn't tidy, is it?"

"I'm out of sorts. Every time I think of Blair my heart leaps but when I'm with him I don't feel-I don't feel there. Does that make sense?"

"Any man that gorgeous will get your blood up. That's the animal in you. When you're with him you don't feel anything because there's nothing coming off his body. When a man likes you, wants you, you feel it. It's electric."

The daughter looked at her mother, a flash of recognition illuminating her features. "Right. Did you feel that for Dad?"

"Eventually. I learned to love your father."

"You were always in love with Larry, weren't you, Mother?"

As they had never discussed this, a surprising silence fell over them for a few moments.

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, Mother." Marilyn meant it.

"Life is strange. Hardly a profound thought but I never know what will happen from one minute to the next even though I live a well-ordered life. The mistake I made, and I share this with you only in the hopes that you won't repeat my mistakes, is that I valued form over substance, appearances over emotion. I was a perfect fool."

"Mother." Little Mim was shocked.

"The money gets in the way, darling. And social expectations are deadening. I ought to know, I've spent a lifetime meeting and enforcing them." She leaned over to turn on the lamp by her chair as the sky darkened. "Going to be a good one."

"First snowflake."

They both stopped to watch the skies open.

Finally, Mim said, "If you're determined to run against your father, go ahead, but consider what you really want to do as mayor. If you win, stick to it. If you lose, support your father."

"I suppose."

"Maybe there's another path. I don't know. I haven't been thinking too clearly these last days."

"It's awful that Larry's dead." Marilyn had loved him as though he were a kindly uncle.

"Quite. Snatched from life. He had so much to give. He'd given so much and someone took aim. I don't think Rick Shaw has one clue."

"They have the ballistics report." Marilyn wanted to sound hopeful.

"Little good it does without the finger that pulled the trigger." Mim's eyes clouded over. "As you age you learn there is such a thing as a good death. His was a good death in that it was swift, and apart from the shock of getting hit with a bullet, I should think the pain didn't last. He died as he lived, no trouble to anyone."

"I don't have any ideas; do you?"

"No, unfortunately. So often you have a premonition, an inkling, a sense of what's wrong or who's wrong. I don't have that. I'd give my eyeteeth to find Larry's murderer. I don't know where to look. The hospital? A lunatic patient? I just have no feel for this."

"I don't think anyone does, but now that you mention the hospital, what do you think of Bruce Buxton?"

"Arrogant."

"That's all?"

"Arrogant and handsome. Does that make you feel better?"

"He's brilliant. Everyone says that."

"I suppose he is."

"But you don't like him, do you?"

"Ah, well, I can't explain it, Marilyn. And it's not important anyway. Are you interested in Bruce? At least he rides reasonably well. You can't possibly be interested in a man who can't ride, you know. Another reason Blair's not for you."

Little Mim laughed because it was true. Horse people shouldn't marry non-horse people. It rarely worked. "That's something."

"Bruce rides like most men. Squeeze, jerk. Squeeze, jerk, but a bit of teaching could improve that. He doesn't intend to be abusive and he's not as abusive as most. Women are better with horses. Always will be." This was stated with ironclad conviction. "Women make up eighty percent of the hunt field but only twenty percent of the accidents."

"Harry's been riding well, hasn't she?"

"You two ought to ride in the hunt pairs when we have our hunter trials."

"Harry and I aren't close."

"You don't have to be close. Your horses are matched."

This was followed by an exhaustive discussion of the merits of relative mounts, carried out with the enthusiasm and total concentration peculiar to horse people. To anyone else the conversation would have been a bloody bore.

"Mother," Little Mim said, changing the subject. "Would you give one of your famous teas and invite Bruce?"

"I can't see the stables." Mim noted the thickness of the falling snow. "A tea?"

"You give the best teas. Things always happen at your parties. I wish I had your gift."

"You could have it if you wanted it, Marilyn. One learns to give parties just as one learns to dress. Oh, what was that I heard Harry and Susan say a few days ago? The 'fashion police.' Yes, the fashion police. They were laughing about Jordan Ivanic's tie and said he needed to be arrested by the fashion police."

"Harry in her white T-shirt, jeans, and paddock boots?"

"Ah, but Marilyn, it works for her. It really does and she has a wonderful body. I wish she and Fair would get back together again but once trust is broken it's hard to mend that fence. Well, a tea? You can learn."

"I can do the physical stuff. I will. I'll help with all that, but you have a gift for putting people together. Like I said, Mother, something always happens at your parties."

"The time Ulrich jumped the fence, cantered across the lawn, and jumped the picnic table was unforgettable." She smiled, remembering a naughty horse.

"What about the time Fair and Blair got into a fistfight and Herb Jones had to break it up? That was pretty exciting."

Mim brightened. "Or the time Aunt Tally cracked her cane over Ned Tucker's head and we had to take Ned to the emergency room."

"Why did Aunt Tally do that?"

"You were eleven at the time, I think. Your brother, Stafford, was thirteen. I'll tell you why. Ned became head of the Republican Party in the county and Aunt Tally took umbrage. She told him Tucker was an old Virginia name and he had no business registering Republican. He could vote Republican but he couldn't register that way. It just wasn't done. And Ned, who is usually an intelligent man, was dumb enough to argue with her. He said Lyndon Johnson handed the South to the Republican Party in 1968 when he signed the Voter Rights Act. That did it. Pow!" Mim clapped her hands. "I suppose Aunt Tally will enliven this tea as well. Let's sic her on Sam Mahanes, who is getting entirely too serious."

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