Treasure Uncovered (Bellingwood #3) by Diane Greenwood Muir

there who would like to marry a city girl? I'm always ready for anything!
    Love you,
    Sal"
     
    Polly read the email twice. Bunny was getting married. That wasn't surprising. Polly figured this was the first of at least three marriages in that girl's future. She hoped he had plenty of money, because it was going to cost him when he ran screaming for his life.
    She called out, "Jeff?"
    "Yeah?"
    "Don't let me forget. Next Wednesday I have to drive to Des Moines to pick Sal up at the airport. I'm putting it in my calendar, but if I look like I'm going to lose my mind, help me keep it together."
    "Got it, boss. Wednesday. Drive to Des Moines. It's on my calendar now, too."
    Polly chuckled. Yes. This was her life now. She hit reply.
     
    "Wednesday it is. Don't eat on your drive across the state. I'll take you out when you get here. Eight o'clock might be late for the folks in Iowa, but surely you won't have lost all your citification in two days.
    Gorgeous farmers, eh? I don't know what I could find for you on such short notice. Can you imagine bringing your Jewish American Princess attitude to a farm? Girl, you have to be desperate. You know women actually work hard out here, right? If you're still desperate in a year, you can come back and we'll see what I can find for you.
    Love you too and I totally can't wait. I'll see you on Wednesday!"
     
    Sal Kahane had been the epitome of spoiled. Her father was a surgeon at Mass General and she had grown up with servants and a nanny, or governess, as Mrs. Kahane insisted the poor girl be called. Sal had graduated from Concord Academy before attending Boston University and by the time she met Polly, she was looking for something more in her life. She was long past wanting to be a mirror image of her mother, but it was impossible for her to completely set aside her background. Whomever she finally found to settle down with would have to be strong, wealthy, powerful and playful and if Sal wanted any part of her family's money, he was also going to have to be Jewish. As wonderful as her father was, her mother would have no part of her marrying anyone but a nice young Jewish boy.
    Polly looked at the clock on her computer. Jason and Andrew were going to be here pretty soon and she needed to get changed to spend time in the barn with them.
    "Let me know if you need anything. I'm going to be out in the barn," she said, ducking her head into Jeff's office.
    "I'll be fine. Sylvie is coming over this afternoon. We have a small reception Friday night and then a big one Saturday afternoon."
    She waved and went up to her apartment.

     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER EIGHT

     
    No rest for the wicked. Polly wondered what she had done to infuriate the universe. The last two days had passed in a blur. She sat at her desk with her head in her hands and her eyes shut. They had to hire someone soon. She was thankful for Jason who helped her with the horses in the evening, but between their care and having to clean the inside and keep the outside yard and driveway looking clean, she hadn't had a moment to stop and think. On top of that, she and Henry had been working to sort through the debris in Beryl's studio. They had carried quite a few of the canvases into Beryl's basement so she could sort through them at some point. She had cleaned up brushes and tubes of paint, tossed out blank canvases, filled tubs with paperwork and files and carried those into the basement as well.
    The two girls who were studying with her, Deena and Meryl, had come over in the afternoons and knew enough about the layout of the studio to help Polly make sense of things. She figured they had a few more cleanup days and Henry could begin restoration.
    This morning, though, Polly desperately needed to get through some paperwork in her office and make sure bills were paid. There was a stack of paper sitting in the inbox at the corner of her desk and she couldn't take it any longer. She turned on an online music player, browsed