"Esther M. Friesner - A Beltaine And Suspenders" - читать интересную книгу автора (Friesner Esther M)

so altogether scandalized, it's only good business practice to familiarize

oneself with the competition."



"Oh, for pity's sake!" Exasperation made Olivia's cheesy complexion acquire just

the hint of color along the hatchet-blades of her cheeks. "The Great Mother had

no more to do with it than my mother. These so-called 'kids'Tilly's mum caught

having it off in the pergola were a hot young village stallion of about twenty

and the sixteen-year-old sis of one of the Blitz babies. She had dugs like a

pair of V-l's and the morals of a Corn Goddess! Lady Battle-Purfittdoused the

pair of them with the contents of her watering can, hauled them off to the
village church, and stood guardover'em with a loaded reticule until the banns

were read and they were safely married." She strode the length of the nave like

Nelson traversing the deck of the Victory, then added, "Besides,

Kingsfield-on-Ouseis hardly the fertility-mad hinterland you're so daft for.

It's in Sussex!"



Father Herrick's classically handsome face remained impassive. "So is this other

village I've been talking about. Lies within hailing distance ofKingsfield , as

a matter of fact, in a thickly forested part of the mountains, or so my sources

say."



"Mountains?" Olivia echoed, her voice pitching itself all the higher to reflect

her outright skepticism. She threw herself into the pew beside Father Herrick

and slapped the velvet cushions until dust motes streamed skyward. "Mountains in

Sussex? Really, Vicar, next you'll be speaking of French modesty and American

etiquette."