Mountain Ice (David Dean Mysteries) (Chapter 2, page 2 of 14)


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The three sat at the table amid the warm smells of chocolate and apples, the Deans looking expectantly. Fred leaned back, as smug as a raffle winner. "I sold Annie Quincy's dress and letters. That's what I'm celebrating. And that's not all. I booked two more rooms for Bird Song as a result of it!" He paused, letting his pronouncement sink in and then added, "There's a couple of ladies from Boston who are shopping for airplane tickets as we sit here. They're coming to Bird Song, just because of that important merchandise you called junk! How about them bananas?"

"I think I'd like to hear the details," Dean said between bites of pie.

"I can't take all the credit," Fred added with smug modesty. "Miss Worthington was the one that actually found them ladies. She listed Annie Quincy and Reverend Martin on one of them ancestor search bulletin boards on the computer. Sure enough, in just a couple of days she gets a message from these ladies up in Boston. When she told them the valuable stuff I had, they asked for my telephone number. I got a call from this one lady who was as excited as a bear in a beehive. Seems she and her sister have been chasing after this long lost relative for years. It was their ancestor who wrote the letters I've got! This here Annie is their great-aunt. The family knew she died out here in Colorado of the flu, but they didn't know exactly where."

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