Cabot Cove Real Estate Agent
Oh mes amis (or is it amies?) you would not believe the number of books in this house. You can barely walk with all the piles of them in the library, not counting the ones on the steps leading upstairs. And in the basement, too! Shelves and shelves!
And my friend Jessica Fletcher tells me that, as far as she can see, most of them are just old, not to mention dusty, but probably not valuable. Anyway, I was about to call Herb the junkman to come cart them all away when Jessica challenged me to put them all up at a book sale to benefit our local library. Well, frankly that's more work than it's worth, but it's for Jessica--and the library, of course. And why pay to have them taken away when we can get some people to take them away for free? I like the sound of that. Of course that means organizing them in some fashion and I'm tres, tres busy, plus I wouldn't want to get all messy; I've just had my hair done and a manicure. Well, you understand, I'm sure. I'm not so certain Jessica did.
So to get on with it, the Spencer Percy House has good bones, as we in the real estate field like to say. Big, roomy, pretty property with a barn, nice views of the water. The kitchen is--well let's not talk about the kitchen right now. Cliff Cooper, its recently deceased owner, was so smart in selecting me as the right person to sell it. After all, I've been selling houses in Cabot Cove for umpteen years. The only stumbling block is this one little bitty problem. The house may be haunted.
I've never seen anything strange there, other than the numbers of books, but unfortunately other people have. The cleaning crew I hired refused to do the bedrooms, said there was a lady in white floating at the top of the stairs. They gave me back the key so fast my head was spinning. And then the painters--well you know about painters, don't you? No? Well, I'm not sure what they are, but I do know they're afraid of ghosts or whatever it was that made the rooms so cold. Brrr!
Anyway, true to my nature, I found the perfect solution--a medium. Oh, you met her last month, you say? Well, she's famous, or soon-to-be, and we struck a deal. You see, she has this online program. I've never seen it, but she assures me it's going viral any day now. She'll get to use the Spencer Percy House as a location for her program. Location! Don't you just love the movie company lingo? And I'll get--what did she call it again?--I know, a sageing. That's where she goes around the house with a bunch of burning herbs to smoke out the bad spirits.
And then a bonus--this yummy carpenter shows up and he's going to help me fix up the place. He looks so much like Magnum, P.I., remember him? Don't you just love a man with a mustache? I do.
(The Ghost and Mrs. Fletcher is number 44 in the "Murder, She Wrote" series of original mysteries based on the popular television show starring the wonderful Dame Angela Lansbury. We have a brand new copy of the book, which debuts October 6th, for one lucky North American reader. Just comment below to enter the drawing.)
Location, location, location! That's real estate lingo, too.
Do you like to look at old houses on TV or IRL ("in real life" for my generation).