Sorry. Almost didn't do this today. On the front desk still.
It's only Tuesday.
I'm still reading the Anne Boleyn book. I'll probably be starting MURDER ON LENOX HILL by Victoria Thompson. This is 7th of 19 in series featuring Sarah Brandt, a midwife in turn-of-the-20th-century New York City.
When the affluent Lintons of Lenox Hill summon Sarah Brandt to examine their teenage daughter, their worst fear is confirmed: she is with child. The pregnancy is a mystery, however, as the young woman—mentally still a child herself—is never left on her own and denies that any man has ever hurt her. It’s a delicate situation, casting suspicion on those close to the Lintons, including their beloved minister, the Reverend Oliver Upchurch.But as Sarah and a reluctant Detective Sergeant Frank Malloy investigate, fate deals their inquiry a harsh blow. The reverend falls dead during a service—poisoned by cyanide-laced wine in his chalice. Now, they must not only uncover the truth behind the Linton girl’s pregnancy, they must track down Upchurch’s killer before this entire sordid affair wreaks havoc on more innocent lives…
In the 90s today. I think it may have hit 100. Not a joke.
That's just too darn hot and it's only June. This calls for a song:
That never gets old. All right. See ya tomorrow.
(Cool guys walk away from explosions)
PK the Bookeemonster