Treasure Uncovered (Bellingwood #3) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Diane Greenwood Muir
thought for a minute, "Just bring me a club sandwich and chips. Thanks."
"I'll see you later!"
Lydia got back in her Jeep and quickly grabbed the stack of papers from the passenger seat. She held onto them as Polly got in, then handed them over after Polly was settled.
"Alright, Lydia. What are the odds that people are already talking about Harry Bern's death by the time we get to the diner?" Polly asked, cradling the pages on her lap.
"Even money. If they don't know about it by the time we get there, we can watch as the news begins to filter in. People will have seen the activity at his house and it won't take long for speculation to occur."
Polly shook her head. "I can't believe it happened to me again. There are nearly fifteen hundred people in this town and I was the one who knocked on his door."
Lydia patted her leg, "At least I wasn't involved this time. That gave Aaron no small amount of satisfaction. Is it wrong of me to tell you that he was still chuckling when he called me?"
"A little bit," Polly grimaced.
Lydia pulled into a parking place and took the papers from Polly. She stuffed them into a bag she pulled out of the back seat and they went inside and found an empty booth.
Their waitress's nametag read "Anna," and she placed two glasses of ice water and menus in front of them, "Will there be anyone else joining you today?" she asked and pulled out her receipt pad.
Lydia responded in the negative and asked for coffee. Polly touched her cup, nodded and began looking over the menu.
She laughed, "I'm not sure why I'm looking at the menu. Of course I'm having the tenderloin. What about you?"
"Probably the Cobb Salad. You know us older women, we have to keep watching our weight and I don't have a zoo to keep me running around all day long." Lydia laid her menu on the table and asked, "How are you doing with those horses? I haven't heard much from you lately."
"They're good and I'm doing fine," Polly said. "I think I'm finally past the full-blown exhaustion every night, but I'm still pretty weary." Her face fell. "Honestly, Lydia. If we don't find someone to work at Sycamore House pretty soon, I'm going to get on Demi and ride away into the sunset. I can't keep this up."
"Is Jeff helping?"
"As much as he can, but he's so busy with all of the events coming up and taking care of the guests and their needs and activities, I hate to ask him to do any more,” Polly sighed. "And as much as Harry drove me nuts with his whiny running commentary, at least he did his job."
"What can I do to help? I can scrub toilets and wash down bathtubs. I can do laundry and sweep floors," Lydia said.
"Oh no, it’s fine. I'm only complaining," Polly responded.
"Well, I certainly don't mind. I'm glad to help."
"Thank you. I appreciate it. But, I'll be fine. And besides, I know you have a million other things to do every day, including the park and garden on my corner."
Anna came back with a pot of coffee and took their orders. She gave Polly a sideways glance as she walked away and Polly rolled her neck, sighed and said, "She knows, doesn't she."
"It's a small town, Polly."
Polly tapped the bag Lydia had carried in with her. "What do you have for that middle bedroom upstairs? I'd really love to finish that room and quit thinking about it."
Lydia pulled a folder out of the bag and opened it so Polly could see what she had printed out. The bed itself was incredible. It was a gorgeous maple sleigh bed with a sweep at the base on the sides and a tall headboard with wings on each side. The bedside table was opulent with inset cherry panels on the front and a marble top. The dresser had three drawers in the front and the rounded doors on the side opened to smaller drawers. A small chest and an arched mirror which would fit over the dresser were both available. A matching storage bench rounded out the set.
"I was thinking we could do the room in golds and whites with lots of color as small accents," Lydia said.
"You amaze me,
"I'll see you later!"
Lydia got back in her Jeep and quickly grabbed the stack of papers from the passenger seat. She held onto them as Polly got in, then handed them over after Polly was settled.
"Alright, Lydia. What are the odds that people are already talking about Harry Bern's death by the time we get to the diner?" Polly asked, cradling the pages on her lap.
"Even money. If they don't know about it by the time we get there, we can watch as the news begins to filter in. People will have seen the activity at his house and it won't take long for speculation to occur."
Polly shook her head. "I can't believe it happened to me again. There are nearly fifteen hundred people in this town and I was the one who knocked on his door."
Lydia patted her leg, "At least I wasn't involved this time. That gave Aaron no small amount of satisfaction. Is it wrong of me to tell you that he was still chuckling when he called me?"
"A little bit," Polly grimaced.
Lydia pulled into a parking place and took the papers from Polly. She stuffed them into a bag she pulled out of the back seat and they went inside and found an empty booth.
Their waitress's nametag read "Anna," and she placed two glasses of ice water and menus in front of them, "Will there be anyone else joining you today?" she asked and pulled out her receipt pad.
Lydia responded in the negative and asked for coffee. Polly touched her cup, nodded and began looking over the menu.
She laughed, "I'm not sure why I'm looking at the menu. Of course I'm having the tenderloin. What about you?"
"Probably the Cobb Salad. You know us older women, we have to keep watching our weight and I don't have a zoo to keep me running around all day long." Lydia laid her menu on the table and asked, "How are you doing with those horses? I haven't heard much from you lately."
"They're good and I'm doing fine," Polly said. "I think I'm finally past the full-blown exhaustion every night, but I'm still pretty weary." Her face fell. "Honestly, Lydia. If we don't find someone to work at Sycamore House pretty soon, I'm going to get on Demi and ride away into the sunset. I can't keep this up."
"Is Jeff helping?"
"As much as he can, but he's so busy with all of the events coming up and taking care of the guests and their needs and activities, I hate to ask him to do any more,” Polly sighed. "And as much as Harry drove me nuts with his whiny running commentary, at least he did his job."
"What can I do to help? I can scrub toilets and wash down bathtubs. I can do laundry and sweep floors," Lydia said.
"Oh no, it’s fine. I'm only complaining," Polly responded.
"Well, I certainly don't mind. I'm glad to help."
"Thank you. I appreciate it. But, I'll be fine. And besides, I know you have a million other things to do every day, including the park and garden on my corner."
Anna came back with a pot of coffee and took their orders. She gave Polly a sideways glance as she walked away and Polly rolled her neck, sighed and said, "She knows, doesn't she."
"It's a small town, Polly."
Polly tapped the bag Lydia had carried in with her. "What do you have for that middle bedroom upstairs? I'd really love to finish that room and quit thinking about it."
Lydia pulled a folder out of the bag and opened it so Polly could see what she had printed out. The bed itself was incredible. It was a gorgeous maple sleigh bed with a sweep at the base on the sides and a tall headboard with wings on each side. The bedside table was opulent with inset cherry panels on the front and a marble top. The dresser had three drawers in the front and the rounded doors on the side opened to smaller drawers. A small chest and an arched mirror which would fit over the dresser were both available. A matching storage bench rounded out the set.
"I was thinking we could do the room in golds and whites with lots of color as small accents," Lydia said.
"You amaze me,
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