Death Beside the Seaside (Lady Hardcastle Mystery, #6)

by T.E. Kinsey

But once they’d got their brief flirtation with world domination out of their system they went straight back to painting on the banks of the Seine and being condescending about everyone else’s cooking.’

‘I think it’s sweet that you imagine I shall spend my declining years writing your biography,’ I said.

‘To tell the truth I’m rather looking forward to silver hair, wrinkles, and the opportunity to be unpardonably rude. We allow our elders much more leeway in that regard, don’t you think? I shall cultivate an air of curmudgeonly cantankerousness and insult my way through society. You shall follow in my wake, apologizing. “I’m so sorry,” you’ll say. “She doesn’t mean any offence, she’s just getting on a bit – you know how they can be at that age.” We’ll have such larks.’

It’s lovely to go away, but it’s even more wonderful to come home.