surrounded by the children, stood two well-dressed women and two well-dressed men. Delia summed them up immediately ; they were all from Greenwich, or Bedminster, or Chevy Chase, or some other fancy suburb. As she watched in true disbelief, Dar grabbed the elbow of the pageboy blonde in the beige suite and strong-armed her out of the kitchen, leaving Delia and Rory to make polite small talk with the other three strangers.
âI hope itâs not inconvenient,â the other womanâeven blonder, wearing obnoxious country clothesâbeige wool pants and jacket, brown jodhpur boots, and a large russet leather shoulder bag with PRADA in big gold letters. âI believe Morgan tried to contact you, but wasnât able to get a reply. And this was the only week all three of us could come!â
âMorgan?â Rory asked, sounding suspicious.
âPlease, blame it on me,â the tall, thin, bald man said in a clipped English accent. He wore a tailored black suit, had pale eyes and strangely dominant upper teeth. âIt would have been impossible for me to come from London at any other time and still remain on schedule.â
âI feel as if Iâm Alice in Wonderland,â Delia said, smiling and offering her hand. âI have no idea what anyone is talking about. Iâm Delia Monaghan, and this is my sister Rory Chase.â
âDeliaââ Rory began.
âWeâre the Littles,â the not-so-bald man said, âand this is our architect, Jeremy Stent.â
âArchitect?â Delia said, still smiling, not understanding. She felt enveloped by the fog outside, as if it had entered the kitchen and swallowed her up. At the same time, her hands were shaking, as if they perceived something her brain was yet unable to face.
âMorgan said it would be all right,â Mrs. Little said. âWe really had no other choice. The children are on school vacation.â She pointed out the window at two towheaded boys jumping up and down and running in excited circles. âAnd Jeremy has to be in Milan on Tuesday.â
âBut why are you here ?â Delia asked as Dar and the now stone-faced pageboy blonde returned to the kitchen.
âI should have told you,â Dar said, turning toward Delia and Rory. âI ignored the calls and e-mails, but Morgan brought her clients and their architect anyway. Iâd hoped we could finish with our part before moving on to theirs . . .â
âYou mean . . .â Delia started. She stared at her sister so she wouldnât immediately blow up at the strangers.
âYou remember Morgan Ludlow,â Dar said. âOf Island Properties. She sold our house, and these are the people who bought it.â
Delia felt her blood pressure spike. To her shock, she managed to contain the fury inside. She just went to Morgan Ludlow, gently took her by the shoulders, and turned her toward the kitchen door.
âIâm sorry,â Delia said, eyes on the Littles and Jeremy Stent. âBut this really isnât a convenient time. It just isnât.â
âBut,â Mrs. Little said, glowering at Morgan Ludlow, âwhy would you have told us it would be fine if it wasnât?â
âPlease, Dar,â Morgan said as Delia pushed her forward. âThis man flew all the way from London!â
âAnd heâs going to tear down our house,â Dar said.
âItâs up to the Littles what they wish to do with the property . . .â Morgan said.
âWe get the point,â Dar said. âBut for now it still belongs to us, and my sisterâs right. The timing isnât convenient.â
Delia felt so proud of Darâof themâthe three McCarthy sisters, for sticking up for what was theirs. At least until the closing at the end of the month.
âWhat if the deal falls through now?â Rory asked once the strangers had left.
âI donât give a shit,â Dar said. âI hope it