exactly. If Iâd have allowed Shamusâs opinion to color my entire world, I canât imagine what would have happened to me. Heck, we probably wouldnât be standing in this shop right now.â
Gabby sighed. âYou realize, Carmela, not all women are as brave as you are. A lot of women would love to dip their toe in entrepreneurial waters and start their own business, but they just canât work up the courage. Or someone close to them is a naysayer, so they fret and fritter and never make their move.â
âWorrying about other peopleâs negative opinions is generally a huge waste of time,â said Carmela. âSince most naysayers tend to be dunderheads. Case in point . . .â She grinned. âShamus.â
âThatâs what kills me about you,â said Gabby. âYouâre fearless to the core and outspoken without being a diva.â
âYeah?â Gabbyâs words tickled her.
âAnd,â added Gabby, âyou have a keen sense of justice.â
âA sense of justice?â said Carmela, giving a little start. She threw a crooked look at Gabby, as if she didnât believe her. âYou think so?â
âAbsolutely,â said Gabby. âThatâs why youâre such a champion of underdogs.â
âMaybe some underdogs,â said Carmela, as she opened her e-mail and added her step-and-repeat design as an attachment.
Gabby tapped her foot quietly behind Carmela. âSo,â she continued, âyou are going to start looking into things, arenât you? I mean, concerning Byrle?â
Carmela hit Send, sending her design winging its electronic way to Inkyâs Print Shop.
âIâm afraid,â said Carmela, âIâve already started.â
Chapter 10
E VENING draped across the Garden District like a dark blue cashmere blanket. Stately live oaks festooned with Spanish moss and Gothic-looking wrought-iron fences were but dark smudges, while lights sparkled brightly inside enormous mansions. Here was antebellum Louisiana at its finest. Big homes, big money, big names. Novelist Truman Capote and French Impressionist Edgar Degas had both called the Garden District home. Jefferson Davis, president of the Confederate States of America, had died here. And though many of the old homes exuded a faint patina of age, they were still quite magnificent.
Carmela stood in the foyer of her old brick mansion, while Ava and Jekyl quickly shucked their jackets and wandered into the parlor. She lagged behind, feeling slightly hesitant. There were ghosts here, after all. Not ethereal phantasm-ectoplasm ghosts, but ghosts of people and spirits of past lives. Memories.
âFirst floor only, correct?â asked Jekyl. He spun around, touching an index finger to his lips. This was a man whoâd adopted the Vampire Lestat as his ideal and always dressed in black, the better to set off his pale skin and long, dark hair.
Carmela ventured in a few steps, noting the musty odor and the creaking wooden floors. âThatâs right,â she told him. âSo, for the Holidazzle Tour, weâre really just talking about the front verandah, living room, dining room, and sunroom.â She gestured toward the back of the house. âThe kitchen weâll lock off.â
âStill,â said Jekyl, giving everything his keen-eyed appraisal, âthis is a whale of a house. High ceilings, large-scale rooms, oversized furnishings.â
âIâm afraid so,â said Carmela. It had been too much house for her when sheâd been married to Shamus and theyâd resided here. Too much work even with a cleaning lady and gardener. Now it just felt like a gigantic, creaking dinosaur.
But Ava had other ideas. âWe should move in here,â she announced, suddenly. âItâs so big and grand and . . .â She spun around happily in the center of the living room, arms extended. âWe should move in and open
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