Chapter Ten
Girl Up
So, I spent the rest of the morning lounging in Ellen’s den and enjoying a few extra cups of coffee and other baked goodies which seemed to have materialized out of nowhere. Did I mention that the stunning Miss d’Submyss was an excellent cook and pastry chef?
Occasionally, I would hear a female shriek, a giggle and then outright laughter from upstairs and, as time went on, I heard the unfamiliar thumping of what sounded like muted horseshoes on Ellen’s shining hardwood floors. But, as I already knew from the previous thirty-six hours in this house, anything was possible. Given what I had already experienced here, I knew that I should just sit back, watch some grossly overpaid morons chase a ball and periodically beat the hell out of each other on the telly, in a spo
