Michael Malone - Weebly

lapse into intermittent French when first startled or
upset. It was struggle enough for such a Francophile as
Mrs. Ransom to forgive her friend for having lived
twenty years in Paris, without hearing that lilting luck
sung in her ear over the phone.
"Yes, it's just a habit, I'm sorry, Priss. Oh, I do
hope they'll be along shortly. I have to tell you, I have
just now received the strangest letter, quite unsigned
and most obscure. I found it pushed under my wipers
and of course jumped to the conclusion that it was
another silly parking ticket from that terrible Mr. Haig.
I've told him I simply cannot remember to put the coins
in those meters he keeps sticking up all over town. We
never had to before, did we, and…"
"Evelyn…"
"Then I thought, but no, it must be one of Tracy's
cunning little notes, but I'm afraid it isn't that at all, not at
all."
"Evelyn! My dear, I haven't time to hear about it
now, I'm completely at my wits' end."
"Oh, I am so sorry, why?"
"Everyone's expected at eight, and now Beanie