Looking around the door, I saw a man sprawled face down on the floor in a Hawaiian shirt with one outstretched hand that seemed to be reaching for a small plastic funnel-like apparatus on the floor next to him. My mind registered that it was an asthma inhaler at the same time that I realized the man was totally still, his stretching hand too stiff for sleep.
Amy gasped and pushed past me to look. "It's not Dad," she said, putting her hand to her mouth. "It's Stewart Meade.
So where was the admiral?
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Very intriguing! A great six! :)
ReplyDeleteIntriguing! Where IS the admiral...
ReplyDeleteDun dun dun! Nice six.
ReplyDeletewhew - it’s not the admiral. Perfect description - too stiff for sleep..
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jessica, Angela, Jeanette & Sassy, I'm moving slow after a week that made a lot of out-of-my-usual physical demands, but I didn't want to miss a Sunday Six--your reads and comments are soooo appreciated, and I enjoy seeing what y'all are up to!
ReplyDeleteFantastic work, Thank You.
ReplyDeleteJosephine can't hide from trouble--and she handles it so well. Love her!
ReplyDeleteYes, where IS the admiral and why is Stuart dead? Great intriguing six, Lynne. :)
ReplyDeleteAlix, thanks!
ReplyDeleteGem, your right, life is just too interesting for mystery novel heroines, but all the action gives them a chance to shine!
Thanks, Siobhan/Meg--more complications ahead...