A tiny pillow made by Rich’s mom.
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The Language of Bees - For Mary Russell and her husband, Sherlock Holmes, returning to the Sussex coast after seven months abroad was especially sweet. There was even a mystery to solve—the unexplained disappearance of an entire colony of bees from one of Holmes’s beloved hives.
But the anticipated sweetness of their homecoming is quickly tempered by a galling memory from the past. Mary had met Damian Adler only once before, when the surrealist painter had been charged with—and exonerated from—murder. Now the troubled young man is enlisting the Holmeses’ help again, this time in a desperate search for his missing wife and child.
Mary has often observed that there are many kinds of madness, and before this case yields its shattering solution she’ll come into dangerous contact with a fair number of them. From suicides at Stonehenge to the dark secrets of a young woman’s past on the streets of Shanghai, Mary will find herself on the trail of a killer more dangerous than any she’s ever faced—a killer Sherlock Holmes himself may be protecting for reasons near and dear to his heart.Flag Counter
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Oh that’s so nice! The keeper of memories…it’s a nice job to have isn’t it.
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It’s a little work of art…
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How pretty. I sewed a pillow just once for home ec (remember that class? I think they went out in the 1960s except in New Hampshire!) when I was 12 and I wish I had continued to learn sewing. Homemade gifts are the best kind.
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So … you took home ec … but “think” it went out in the 60’s?? Just how old are you? LOL (btw – it was still taught here in Oklahoma into the 80’s).
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Miss Emmy is NOT that old. 🙂
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I know … she’s at least 15 years younger than me …
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I know … I know … you were saying you were in NH where it was still taught … I just thought I’d poke fun at you.
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Must’ve been a typo.
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We had home ec in high school, but I didn’t take it. That would’ve been in the late eighties. My mom was a terrible cook, and I learned nothing from her. I learned everything I know about cooking from, first, a boyfriend/gourmet, then cooking shows and magazines, and most importantly, just trying new things.
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And the internet …
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