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"Five acres," Clyde said. "All that land back behind belongs to Adelina, and this is just the tiny remainder of the old land grant. Worth several million per acre now, plus the house and the original farmhouse and stables.
"This house was built in the thirties, but the estate goes back to the early eighteen hundreds. It belonged to the Trocano family, was a Spanish land grant. All the hills, every bit of land you can see, was Trocano land, thousands of acres. The buildings behind the house date from then."
Dulcie tried to imagine the distance in years, back to the early part of the last century. Tried to imagine Molena Point without houses, just miles of rolling hills and a few scattered ranches, imagine longhorns roaming, wolves and grizzly bears, where now she and Joe hunted the tiniest game. The terrible distance in time and the incredible changes made her head reel.
The grounds of the Prior estate were well tended, the lawn thick and very green. To the left of the old original house lay a wood, and they could see dark old tombstones between the trees.
"Family burial plot," Clyde said, "from when families were laid to rest on their own land." He parked the Bentley just opposite the front door. The cats could smell jasmine flowers, and the rich aroma of meat and chilies from somewhere deep within the house. Clyde picked up the two of them unceremoniously, carried them to the Packard, and deposited them in the backseat.
But on that brief journey as she was carried, Dulcie took in every possible detail she could see through the broad front windows of the house, a glimpse of library with walls of leather-bound books; pale, heavy draperies; the gleam of antique furniture; oriental rugs on polished floors. Dulcie's green eyes shone with interest, her pink tongue tipped out, her dark, striped tail twitched.
The mechanic, slipping over into the passenger seat, turned to look back, watching the little cat, puzzled. As if he'd never seen a cat so interested in fine houses. And quickly she began to wash, trying to look uninterested and dull.
She had no idea that her interest in the Prior home, her desire to see inside those elegant rooms, would soon be more than satisfied-and in a way she would not have imagined.
9
Susan Dorriss regarded her lunch tray, which had been fixed across the arms of her wheelchair, with disgust. At least she'd wangled a meal alone in her room, though to gain that privacy she'd had to pretend a pounding headache. Solitary meals were against policy at Casa Capri unless you were fevered or throwing up. The home's owner-manager considered anyone who liked to be alone as mentally crippled or suspect. "We put a high value on everyone making friends; we're one big family here." The longer she was in Casa Capri-and Thursday would mark her second month-the less she could abide this enforced closeness. The whole structure of Casa Capri seemed to her rigid and heavy, reflecting exactly Adelina Prior's overbearing ma
And today the food was just as unpleasant, the plate before her loaded with a pile of overdone roast beef and gluey mashed potatoes and ca
Usually the meals were wonderful, when Noah was in charge of the kitchen. Lunch would be a fresh salad, plenty of fruits, and a variety of crisp greens, and for the entree something light and appealing, a small portion of light lobster Newburg or a nice slice of chicken with asparagus or sugar peas. You paid enough to live in this place that the food ought to be thoughtfully prepared. She'd forgotten this was Noah's day off.
She ate some of the hot bread and forced down a bite of limp salad swimming in Thousand Island dressing, then pushed her plate away. She set the dessert aside, shoving the heavy bread pudding onto the night table next to her glasses and a stack of books. She was watching Tootsie, an old favorite. She loved the fun Dustin Hoffman had with this role, loved the way he handled his disguises. Bo
The big, chocolate-colored poodle was Susan's ticket to freedom for a little while; it was Lamb who would take her out of here, away from the nurses and the regimentation and rules.
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And then after the Pet-a-Pet session Bo
She removed her loaded lunch tray and set it on the bed. Wheeling her chair to the low dressing table, she began to brush her short white hair. She had been so excited about moving down here to Molena Point from San Francisco when she retired from Neiman-Marcus. She had always loved the village, loved its oak-wooded hills and the hillside views of the village's rooftops gleaming red against the blue Pacific. She loved the upstairs apartment she had rented from Bo
She had run out to the store for some more shelf paper for the kitchen before she unpacked her dishes, and as she turned off Highway One just north of the tu
When she came to at the bottom of a ten-foot embankment, her car on its side, she had been conscious enough to dig the phone out from under her injured legs and dial 911. Had been very thankful for the phone. She'd given it to herself as a birthday gift, and that day it probably saved her life.
The police never had found the old green pickup. Bo