continued.
“She had obviously got the wrong person; it must happen to her all the time!” Greta said dismissively. “Ithought she did well, particularly with that old lady sat behind us; poor thing, she had so many dead people wanting to speak with her, they must have had to have queued up!” Greta laughed.
“Yes, she got her money’s worth.”
They linked arms and strode off towards the tube station.
“How are the plans going with the cottage?” Sophie asked as they found a seat on the train.
“Very well. Max has spoken to his accountant. He has come up with some figures. Now it is just a matter of Max speaking to the vicar to put an offer forward.”
“Do you think he’ll accept it?” Sophie reached for a mint from her handbag. She offered one to Greta.
“Hope so; he has taken into account all the work that will be needed to renovate it,” Greta replied stuffing the mint into her mouth.
“No more talk about the mysterious happenings?” Sophie probed.
“No, the vicar quashed any gossip when we met him last Sunday. It seemed very strange, though. He really doesn’t seem to like the local farmer, Marcus Mowbrie, at all. He didn’t say why. I suppose we’ll only find out anything more when Greenacres belongs to us.”
“Do you think there could be some truth in what happened?” Sophie’s eyes widened with intrigue.
“Possibly; but it is hard to believe anything untoward might have happened there. The cottage feels so friendly and welcoming; it has a really good feel to it. However, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious, does it? Mystery or no mystery, it won’t stop me having it. I have Max on side, which is the crucial element.” Greta smiled and crunched on her mint.
“Well, if you need to carry out any paranormal investigations,Nonie is your man, or should I say, woman,” Sophie offered.
“I bet she charges the earth, don’t you? Especially having to go overseas!”
“Its only five miles across the Solent isn’t it, to the Island?” Sophie asked.
“Yes, but you would be surprised how many holidaymakers think they need a passport! How crazy is that?” Greta thought back to her numerous ferry crossings and overheard conversations amongst tourists.
“It’s part of the magic of the Island,” Sophie returned. “Oh, by the way, did you tell Max where you were going tonight?”
Greta smirked. “Of course I did. You know me, I can’t tell a lie!”
“And he didn’t tease you about it?” Sophie put her head on one side.
“No, for once, he didn’t bother. It made a lovely change. He is preoccupied with the house and the negotiations with the accountant. Figures, you know, boring stuff!”
They arrived back at Greta and Max’s London home; the lights were blazing from nearly every room. Greta shook her head in exasperation.
“Max is so anti-energy saving; he really moans when a light bulb blows and I replace it with one of those energy saving ones; he says they aren’t as bright as the old 100 watt bulbs. He keeps a secret stash of them and instantly takes out the energy ones and puts in a 100 watt one; he’ll run out of them one day. Who knows what he will do then!”
“I am going to love you and leave you; I have work in the morning. I need to get my head down. It has been a lovely evening, Greta. I really enjoyed it, thanks for asking me to come along. See you soon.” Sophie gave Greta’sarm a friendly squeeze. They kissed their goodbyes. Greta closed the front door and unbuttoned her coat. Max was sitting in his study poring over paperwork.
“Business or pleasure?” Greta walked into the study and kissed Max’s cheek.
“Your bloody cottage, so a bit of both!” Max returned and looked up at her.
“And?” Greta waited. She perched on the edge of the armchair.
“Seems like we have enough funds to make an offer. Reggie Peabold, the accountant, has come back with the figures and fortunately they all tie up; the repayments on the mortgage; you know the sort
“She had obviously got the wrong person; it must happen to her all the time!” Greta said dismissively. “Ithought she did well, particularly with that old lady sat behind us; poor thing, she had so many dead people wanting to speak with her, they must have had to have queued up!” Greta laughed.
“Yes, she got her money’s worth.”
They linked arms and strode off towards the tube station.
“How are the plans going with the cottage?” Sophie asked as they found a seat on the train.
“Very well. Max has spoken to his accountant. He has come up with some figures. Now it is just a matter of Max speaking to the vicar to put an offer forward.”
“Do you think he’ll accept it?” Sophie reached for a mint from her handbag. She offered one to Greta.
“Hope so; he has taken into account all the work that will be needed to renovate it,” Greta replied stuffing the mint into her mouth.
“No more talk about the mysterious happenings?” Sophie probed.
“No, the vicar quashed any gossip when we met him last Sunday. It seemed very strange, though. He really doesn’t seem to like the local farmer, Marcus Mowbrie, at all. He didn’t say why. I suppose we’ll only find out anything more when Greenacres belongs to us.”
“Do you think there could be some truth in what happened?” Sophie’s eyes widened with intrigue.
“Possibly; but it is hard to believe anything untoward might have happened there. The cottage feels so friendly and welcoming; it has a really good feel to it. However, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious, does it? Mystery or no mystery, it won’t stop me having it. I have Max on side, which is the crucial element.” Greta smiled and crunched on her mint.
“Well, if you need to carry out any paranormal investigations,Nonie is your man, or should I say, woman,” Sophie offered.
“I bet she charges the earth, don’t you? Especially having to go overseas!”
“Its only five miles across the Solent isn’t it, to the Island?” Sophie asked.
“Yes, but you would be surprised how many holidaymakers think they need a passport! How crazy is that?” Greta thought back to her numerous ferry crossings and overheard conversations amongst tourists.
“It’s part of the magic of the Island,” Sophie returned. “Oh, by the way, did you tell Max where you were going tonight?”
Greta smirked. “Of course I did. You know me, I can’t tell a lie!”
“And he didn’t tease you about it?” Sophie put her head on one side.
“No, for once, he didn’t bother. It made a lovely change. He is preoccupied with the house and the negotiations with the accountant. Figures, you know, boring stuff!”
They arrived back at Greta and Max’s London home; the lights were blazing from nearly every room. Greta shook her head in exasperation.
“Max is so anti-energy saving; he really moans when a light bulb blows and I replace it with one of those energy saving ones; he says they aren’t as bright as the old 100 watt bulbs. He keeps a secret stash of them and instantly takes out the energy ones and puts in a 100 watt one; he’ll run out of them one day. Who knows what he will do then!”
“I am going to love you and leave you; I have work in the morning. I need to get my head down. It has been a lovely evening, Greta. I really enjoyed it, thanks for asking me to come along. See you soon.” Sophie gave Greta’sarm a friendly squeeze. They kissed their goodbyes. Greta closed the front door and unbuttoned her coat. Max was sitting in his study poring over paperwork.
“Business or pleasure?” Greta walked into the study and kissed Max’s cheek.
“Your bloody cottage, so a bit of both!” Max returned and looked up at her.
“And?” Greta waited. She perched on the edge of the armchair.
“Seems like we have enough funds to make an offer. Reggie Peabold, the accountant, has come back with the figures and fortunately they all tie up; the repayments on the mortgage; you know the sort
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