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Diary of a Domestic Goddess. Elizabeth Harbison
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isbn 9781472081025
Автор произведения Elizabeth Harbison
Жанр Контркультура
Серия Mills & Boon Vintage Cherish
Издательство HarperCollins
“We’re going to go out right now and get our own sampling of what women are interested in.”
A dimple dented Cal’s cheek as he smiled. “Though if you want to fill one of these surveys out, you’re welcome to.”
Kit shot him a look. “No, thanks.”
“I don’t think I will either, though I do appreciate your interest in me.”
“I’m not interested in you!” she returned too fast. “Where do we start?”
“Central Park, of course. I bet there are a bunch of Little League-type games going on. We’ll probably find hundreds of women like you.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Panagos,” Kit said, feigning insult. “But there are no women like me.”
Cal stopped and looked over at her with a smile. “No, I don’t think there are.”
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Diary of a Domestic Goddess
Elizabeth Harbison
ELIZABETH HARBISON
has been an avid reader for as long as she can remember. After authoring three cookbooks, Elizabeth turned her hand to writing romances and hasn’t looked back. Her second book for Silhouette Romance, Wife Without a Past, was a 1998 finalist for the Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA® Award in the “Best Traditional Romance” category.
Elizabeth lives in Maryland with her husband, John, daughter Mary Paige, and son, Jack, as well as two dogs, Bailey and Zuzu. She loves to hear from readers, and you can write to her c/o Box 1636, Germantown, MD 20875.
Dedicated to Greg Cunliffe, the best friend I ever had,
in loving memory.
And to Yolande Cunliffe and Jane Cunliffe Aylor,
with heartfelt thanks for your friendship in the difficult
times we’ve shared and in the brighter times yet to come.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter One
Edith’s Diary
Home Life Magazine
October 2005 issue
As the days grow shorter and the air carries the crisp bite of autumn, my thoughts turn to cool red apples, amber sunlight and ghosts and goblins with flashlights wandering the narrow country lane of our home in the Virginia hills. Steve has picked a pumpkin from the sunny patch on the hill and is in the kitchen right now sketching out an elaborate jack-o’-lantern using the stencil pattern on page twenty-two. Little Johnny is standing by, watching with fascination. Soon he’ll come in to help me make his pirate costume. That’s right, we’re making it. No more hot plastic masks that smell like glue, no nylon costumes that fall apart halfway through your little one’s candy pilgrimage. Everything you need to make a wonderful and memorable Halloween costume is probably already in your house.
“Mommy!”
“Just a minute.”
For the pirate costume, gather a red bandanna, black sweatpants, long white sweat socks, aluminum foil, a woman’s long-sleeved blouse, some gold craft paint and a plastic shower curtain ring for the pirate’s earring—
“Mommy!”
Kit Macy stopped typing and pushed her laptop back on the ancient Formica kitchen table with exaggerated patience. Then she turned to the four-year-old who was still tugging on her sleeve. “Are you on fire?”
“No—”
“Are you bleeding?”
“No, but—”
She lowered her chin. “Are you supposed to interrupt me when I’m working?”
Johnny pressed his lips together and glanced at the kitchen doorway behind him before saying, “No.”
Big, guilty kid eyes. They got to her every time. Kit smiled and ruffled his hair. “Look, I know you’re hot and bored. Just let me finish and we can go to the pool, okay? Maybe Mr. Finnegan can fix the air conditioner while we’re gone.” It was July, and the mugginess of the New Jersey summer had already hit them full force. The fan Kit had propped in the corner of the small apartment kitchen sputtered ominously, and she glanced at it. “Before that thing dies, too, and we melt.” One more month and she would be closing on her own house. A house with central air-conditioning and a community pool.
Sometimes it was the only thought that kept her going.
Johnny gave a distracted nod. “Okay, but Mommy?”
She sighed. “Yes?”
“Um, Mommy?
“Johnny, what?”
“Steve has something stuck on his nose.”
It took a moment for her to rewind and replay the mental tape. “What is it?”