Shadows at the Spring Show Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lea Wait
wouldn’t make a fortune on this afternoon’s buying trip, Maggie thought. But the search was part of the game, and the paper show had taken her mind off the antiques show. And whoever was wishing it harm.
Why? And who? The questions haunted her as she headed for home.
Chapter 4
Godey’s Fashions for February 1873. The Ladies Book, founded in New York in 1830 and renamed for publisher Louis Antoine Godey when he became the sole owner, was the first successful magazine for women. It featured fiction, recipes, patterns, and hand-colored fashion plates, some the size of one magazine page, and some foldouts. This engraving is a foldout, with the two fold lines visible. It pictures five elegant women in a salon, wearing pleated and ruffled and bowed dresses. There is very little color in the plate: a blue ribbon on one dress, a pink on another, and a lavender on a third. In front of the women stands a young boy, perhaps six years old, dressed in a bright blue suit with orange tights and a hat with an orange feather. He is holding a child’s bow and arrow and is pointing the arrow at one of the women. 9.6 x 11 inches. Unmatted. Price: $65.
It was late Sunday morning. Maggie moved Winslow off her lap, stood up, and stretched. The world outside her window was glorious, but she was stuck inside with piles of paperwork to do, and she was restless. She’d eaten one “everything” bagel, toasted, with cream cheese and lox and onions and capers. She’dskimmed the Sunday Times. She’d corrected a dozen exams, finished a glass of Diet Pepsi, and answered all of her e-mails. Maybe she should check her computer again.
Yes! A message from Will.
Dear Maggie,
And Happy Mother’s Day to someone who is not (yet!) a mother, but who’s helping families and children find each other by organizing a great antiques show! Buffalo is still chilly. I spent yesterday morning at an auction, and then went to the antiques mall to reorganize my exhibit for spring. Too bad you’re not closer. You could add some feminine touches. Although I did get carried away and put a leafy plant in one of my hand-forged copper saucepans. (A plastic plant, of course. Wouldn’t want dripping water to damage the copper.) Somehow my new shelf of sadirons doesn’t brighten the place up much, however I rearrange it. Hope exams are almost over, grades are in, and you can get some downtime before showtime. Have you decided what you’re taking to the Rensselaer County show over Memorial Day? Hard to believe that show will be our one-year anniversary. But what better place to have met than at an antiques show! Looking forward to helping set up those rented tables with you (am I a manipulated male?) in four days. And wishing you a happy Sunday, Mother’s or otherwise.
Will
Maggie teared up a bit and blew her nose. Mother’s Day. It was sweet of Will to mention it. She looked down at the regard ring he had given her last fall, and that she’d worn on her right hand ever since. R-e-g-a-r-d. A small Ruby, Emerald, Garnet, Amethyst, Ruby, and Diamond set in a line in classic Victorian fashion.
The ring meant a lot to her. But every time she looked at it she remembered Will didn’t want to be a father. That part of her lifewould be so simple if he just wanted children, too. At thirty-eight—almost thirty-nine, she reminded herself—she was flexible. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she felt a few pangs of envy every time she saw Josie Thomas. Two adopted sons and a baby on the way. And a caring husband to help out with all three.
Will was caring, but he’d decided years ago he wasn’t cut out to be a father, and he hadn’t changed his mind. Maggie paced the room. Winslow wove his way between her feet and meowed his sympathies.
It just wasn’t fair; a widow at thirty-eight, she had finally found a wonderful and even antiques-loving man. But if she didn’t have children, she’d always regret it. Why couldn’t she have both the man she
Why? And who? The questions haunted her as she headed for home.
Chapter 4
Godey’s Fashions for February 1873. The Ladies Book, founded in New York in 1830 and renamed for publisher Louis Antoine Godey when he became the sole owner, was the first successful magazine for women. It featured fiction, recipes, patterns, and hand-colored fashion plates, some the size of one magazine page, and some foldouts. This engraving is a foldout, with the two fold lines visible. It pictures five elegant women in a salon, wearing pleated and ruffled and bowed dresses. There is very little color in the plate: a blue ribbon on one dress, a pink on another, and a lavender on a third. In front of the women stands a young boy, perhaps six years old, dressed in a bright blue suit with orange tights and a hat with an orange feather. He is holding a child’s bow and arrow and is pointing the arrow at one of the women. 9.6 x 11 inches. Unmatted. Price: $65.
It was late Sunday morning. Maggie moved Winslow off her lap, stood up, and stretched. The world outside her window was glorious, but she was stuck inside with piles of paperwork to do, and she was restless. She’d eaten one “everything” bagel, toasted, with cream cheese and lox and onions and capers. She’dskimmed the Sunday Times. She’d corrected a dozen exams, finished a glass of Diet Pepsi, and answered all of her e-mails. Maybe she should check her computer again.
Yes! A message from Will.
Dear Maggie,
And Happy Mother’s Day to someone who is not (yet!) a mother, but who’s helping families and children find each other by organizing a great antiques show! Buffalo is still chilly. I spent yesterday morning at an auction, and then went to the antiques mall to reorganize my exhibit for spring. Too bad you’re not closer. You could add some feminine touches. Although I did get carried away and put a leafy plant in one of my hand-forged copper saucepans. (A plastic plant, of course. Wouldn’t want dripping water to damage the copper.) Somehow my new shelf of sadirons doesn’t brighten the place up much, however I rearrange it. Hope exams are almost over, grades are in, and you can get some downtime before showtime. Have you decided what you’re taking to the Rensselaer County show over Memorial Day? Hard to believe that show will be our one-year anniversary. But what better place to have met than at an antiques show! Looking forward to helping set up those rented tables with you (am I a manipulated male?) in four days. And wishing you a happy Sunday, Mother’s or otherwise.
Will
Maggie teared up a bit and blew her nose. Mother’s Day. It was sweet of Will to mention it. She looked down at the regard ring he had given her last fall, and that she’d worn on her right hand ever since. R-e-g-a-r-d. A small Ruby, Emerald, Garnet, Amethyst, Ruby, and Diamond set in a line in classic Victorian fashion.
The ring meant a lot to her. But every time she looked at it she remembered Will didn’t want to be a father. That part of her lifewould be so simple if he just wanted children, too. At thirty-eight—almost thirty-nine, she reminded herself—she was flexible. No matter how hard she tried to stop herself, she felt a few pangs of envy every time she saw Josie Thomas. Two adopted sons and a baby on the way. And a caring husband to help out with all three.
Will was caring, but he’d decided years ago he wasn’t cut out to be a father, and he hadn’t changed his mind. Maggie paced the room. Winslow wove his way between her feet and meowed his sympathies.
It just wasn’t fair; a widow at thirty-eight, she had finally found a wonderful and even antiques-loving man. But if she didn’t have children, she’d always regret it. Why couldn’t she have both the man she
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