It was a scene out of Currier & Ives. The Victorian cottages, lit up after dark. Men, women and children ice skating on the frozen pond, sipping hot chocolate and warming their hands by the bonfire. The horse-drawn sleigh making its way around the property. We climbed into the carriage and allowed the horses to take us down past the ice-skaters, past the stables, the bells on the draft horses jingling as they pulled the carriage, the carriage creaking as it bumped along the trail. We followed the path of the Ellis River, snuggling under blankets to stay warm. I leaned in close to Mrs. Doah, whispering in her ear.
This would be a good place for a dead body.
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Oh, you sweet talker!
I bet she swooned! I got a little weak in the knees just reading it!
And if she agreed?