never be seen as any less than perfect. Explaining my oldest sister didnât seem to matter anyway. Precious never came up for air.
âYour other sister was here, too,â she continued. âAinât that Pep a pistol! Promised sheâd find me some big dangly skull earrings like what sheâs wearinâ. Now, mind you, whenit comes to accessories, Iâm more of a classic designer galânot usually into that dark, goth stuff, ya know?â
Precious flapped and waved her hands around and nodded her head emphatically as she spoke. Still, she never waited for me to say a word. Just kept right on smiling and talking.
âThey got a full house over there with six guests. I said Iâd sit with you here a bit, but I gotta head over now. Promised Iâd cook a late breakfast for everyone after the detective and his deputies left.â
âGuests? Six?â Iâd thought there were only four. Then, I remembered how Iâd promised Daphne Iâd take care of the New Yorkers. âOh my God!â I croaked. âGuests! Breakfast! I shot straight out of bed, flailing around stark-naked, hobbling on one foot, looking for my clothes. âWhat time is it? Iâve got to cook! Buy
donuts
!â
âHold on, Paula Deen.â Precious tapped a finger to my shaking shoulder. I was weaker than Iâd imagined and keeled backward onto the bedcovers. Jumping up quickly had only made my colossal headache worse. Made my ankle throb. Made me want to throw up. My head pounded, and my left ribs hurt. My heart fluttered and flip-flopped. I wanted to cry. Precious calmly picked up my bare legs and swept them under the sheets. She pulled up the covers to my chin and tightly tucked everything under the mattress. She wagged her finger.
âThereâs no cookinâ for you today, missy. And thereâs no gettinâ out of bed, either, for donuts or anything else,â she scolded. âLike I said, itâs all taken care of. Mister Collier âloanedâ me to your folks. Iâm helpinâ out, for as long as your big sis needs me.â
I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldnât, for the life of me, figure out what to say. My mind was racing to put it all together. I felt worse than crap. I was totally confused. Who was Mister Collier? Where was I?
âSince your sisterâs staffâthe Greene twins?âwent to the concert and got laid up from the accident on theinterstate, Miss Pep is helping with the servinâ this morning. We got it covered.â
âDaphneâs letting Pep help? Really?â I couldnât fathom it. She must be
more
than desperate. âPlease. I have questions . . .â
âIâm just glad I could help yâall out. Things have been mighty quiet over here.â Precious looked up at the ceiling for a moment. There was a beat before she mumbled, âToo quiet.â
âWait. Iâm all confused. Where am I? And who is Mister Collier?â
âWhy, Sunshine, I thought you knew. I mean, surely, where
else
would you be? I work for Mister Collier, right next door to your place. At Greatwoods.â
âGreatwoods? You mean, this is Greatwoods Plantation? Next door?â
âYep. Greatwoods. Right next door,â chirped Precious. âDidnât I say that?â
Built during the Gilded Age of the late nineteenth century by cotton broker Duke Dufour and his wife, railroad tycoon heiress Dina Abbot Dufour, the opulent, mega-thousand-acre Greatwoods Plantation featured a grandiose French-style mansion; hunting lodges; stables; guest cottages; and more. The estate was once a summer playground, hunting retreat, and ostentatiously rich and lavish party place for some of Americaâs most wealthy and famous people. A century later, when I was growing up, the mansion was inhabited by a crotchety spinster descendent, Doris Dufour. The place was rumored to be in general disrepair, and
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