by Diana Orgain | Jul 10, 2021 | Maternal Instincts Mysteries, Sneak Peek, Uncategorized
From Prams and Poison Chapter Three Continued “And there’s quite a permitting process,” she said, “but we’ll want to work with an architect to make sure we’re preserving the structural integrity. I know just the woman for the job. She’s a whiz at getting permits. I think she must know someone at the city, or something.” I snorted and left them behind to peek into the dining room. There was a round oak table inside, covered with books. Must belong to the tenant. I skimmed over the books—a number of older novels: Jane Eyre, The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Hound of the Baskervilles. And then there was nonfiction: a few productivity-type books, but also a lot of heavy philosophy. It was mostly from the nine‐ teenth century, but a few volumes were more recent—I groaned when I saw a thick volume of the work of Derrida and Saussure. I’d spent a solid week of freshman philosophy class in college muttering, “I cannot Derrida.” I peeked through the bay window blinds at the slivers of Alamo Square Park visible through the leafy greenery of the tree planted out front. Paula and Glenn came into the room, and Paula gestured to the bay window. “We’ll want to restore that for sure. Perhaps with some white trim and a beautiful white window seat beneath?” We walked together into the kitchen. Now this room was an unmitigated disaster. Paula whistled. “Who on earth had the audacity to cover up these beautiful wood floors with linoleum?” “People did crazy things in the 1960s,” I said, tracing a finger over the hideous plastic-looking countertop....
