Chapter 41

“This is a marvelous kitchen,” Angela said.

“The original kitchen hadn’t been updated since the fifties, so we gutted it and started from scratch,” Chris said.

“I remember you saying it was a gourmet kitchen,” Angela said, “and you were right.”

They made their way onto the back porch, and Marge spotted the Mustang.

“That looks like a sixties pony car,” she said.

“That’s Mabel,” Chris said, “and she rolled off the assembly line in the 1968 model year. She was a bit of a heap when I bought her—I spent most of my spare time restoring her while I was in college and grad school.”

“Well, you did a great job,” Marge said. “She looks like she just rolled off the showroom floor.”

“Yeah,” Chris said. “Ted and I had just finished giving her a coat of polish when you called. That’s why she isn’t in the garage. Shall we go upstairs?”

The women followed Chris back into the house and up the stairs. When they got to the master suite, Angela was stunned.