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with me, and help me to direct the new story into a sexier mode,” Emily said.
    “And just how is he going to do that?” Rina queried, waggling her newly plucked eyebrows suggestively.
    “I don’t know,” Emily said. “Writing sexy is a whole new ball game for me.”
    “Where is he staying? The Inn or the Motel 6?” Rina asked.
    “He’s staying with me,” Emily said.
    “Aha!” Rina exclaimed, pulling to a stop before Emily’s house.
    “Aha, what?” Emily wanted to know. “My reasons are based in practicality, Rina. Do I want a handsome hunk wandering about the town connected to me? I do not! The biddies would never rest until they had us involved in an affair. Mick Devlin is a nice man, and from what Rachel says a good editor. We’re both in danger of losing our livelihoods because of that bitch Jane Patricia Woods. I don’t know what Martin sees in her, but he sees something. So Mick will help me write sexy and keep my career, and by doing it I’ll help him save his job. It’s nothing more than that.” She reached for the car door handle. “Thanks for the transportation. I’d still be on the train if it weren’t for you.” Leaning over, she gave the older woman a kiss on the cheek. “That’s for Sam,” she said.
    “Hussy!” Rina shot back.
    Emily chuckled and, stepping from the Lexus, closed the car door behind her.
    With a beep of her horn Rina shot off down Founders Way, and turned the corner onto Colonial Avenue headed for her own home on Ansley Court. Emily watched her go, and then walked up the brick pathway to her house. It was a beautiful old home built in the 1860s. Her mother had been raised in this house. It stood next door to an identical structure in which she and her father had been brought up. Both homes had been built by Barnabas Dunham, a descendant of an early settler to Egret Pointe, as wedding gifts for his twin daughters. Mary Anne Dunham Smith and her husband had gone down on the Titanic in 1912. Their only daughter had sold her house to Jarek Shanski in 1922, and Emily’s grandfather had been born in 1923. Mary Anne’s twin, Elizabeth, also had a daughter, who had married Patrick O’Malley. Their grandson, Michael, had been born in this home in 1925.
    Emily had inherited both homes upon the deaths of her grandmothers. She rented the Shanski house for income because she couldn’t bear to sell it. She had been brought up in that house, as had her father and her grandfather. But she lived in the O’Malley house now. Her maternal grandmother, known as Emily O, had exquisite taste, and the house was furnished to suit her granddaughter. Besides, she held Emily O partly responsible for her becoming a writer. Emily O told marvelous stories, and could have been a writer herself.
    And it had been Emily O who had opened up the world for her namesake. The summer Emily Shanski turned seven she went off on her first trip to England with Emily O. The highlights for her had been a pony trek in Wales, and visiting the city of Bath. And every summer after that new wonders were revealed to her. Europe. Turkey. India. Even China. And Emily O had not forgotten her granddaughter was an American. One summer they spent touring the continental United States in a lavishly furnished trailer with a driver so they might both enjoy the trip. There was a June cruise to Alaska, followed by a flight to the Hawaiian Islands, and a visit to Tahiti for several weeks.
    She had loved it all, but Emily Shanski had returned to England as often as she could. The land, the people, the history all fascinated her. She spent days exploring Bath, and the sites of Regency London. She loved the museums and bookstores. Despite the lack of her parents Emily Shanski had had a wonderful childhood. She had been loved dearly by her two grandmothers, never missed Katy or Joe, and she knew how lucky she was in her life and in Katya Shanski and Emily O’Malley.
    When she had been eight her mother had married Carter Phelps