Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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4 Kerry Greenwood<br />
‘It is,’ said Phryne honestly. ‘Quite lovely. My name’s Phryne<br />
Fisher,’ she held out her h<strong>and</strong>. ‘Thank you for inviting me to<br />
dinner.’<br />
‘My son’s friends are our friends,’ replied Mrs. Abrahams,<br />
barely touching Phryne’s fingers. ‘Do come in, Miss Fisher, we<br />
are having drinks in the library.’<br />
She led the way. There was a faint trace of accent, Phryne<br />
thought, following her hostess’ rigid back along the hall <strong>and</strong><br />
through a solid oak door. But Mrs. Abrahams was not what she<br />
had expected. She was dressed in expensive tailored clothes, certainly—a<br />
rich plum silk dress which set off her golden complexion<br />
<strong>and</strong> her black hair. Her legs were clad in silk stockings as fine<br />
as Phryne’s own. They probably shared the same shoemaker <strong>and</strong><br />
certainly the same couturière. Mrs. Abrahams was impeccably<br />
turned out, <strong>and</strong> even with her black eyes <strong>and</strong> scraped-back shiny<br />
black hair had no flavour of the exotic at all. Mrs. Abrahams,<br />
in fact, did not look any different from any one of Phryne’s<br />
acquaintances, <strong>and</strong> she was oddly disappointed. All the verve<br />
<strong>and</strong> enthusiasm which characterized Mrs. Grossman was flattened<br />
<strong>and</strong> quenched. In an attempt to fit in, Mrs. Abrahams had<br />
lost her flair. But she was very beautiful, <strong>and</strong> Phryne wondered<br />
where she had found the interesting panache of diamonds <strong>and</strong><br />
feathers which decorated the left side of her sleek head.<br />
The library was lined with books which looked as though<br />
they had been read <strong>and</strong> contained a gasogene on a tray, an array<br />
of interesting bottles, <strong>and</strong> three male Abrahams. They sprang<br />
to their feet when Phryne entered <strong>and</strong> Simon came forward to<br />
take her h<strong>and</strong>, kissing it with a certain fervour which indicated<br />
that he remembered their encounter with pleasure.<br />
Whatever difficulty Phryne was having with the mother, the<br />
son, uncle <strong>and</strong> husb<strong>and</strong> were instantly explicable. Simon was<br />
the picture of a successful, well-loved <strong>and</strong> confident young man,<br />
chafing a little at the restrictions of his father’s house <strong>and</strong> alight<br />
with some idealistic purpose. Chaim Abrahams was self-effacing<br />
<strong>and</strong> stout but a little rubbed at the edges, as though time<br />
had not treated him well, though his suit was first class <strong>and</strong> his