 "You see," she told Domenico, "the house we lived in was originally known as the Roberts' Farm - the gentleman who was murdered there was a Roberts, not a Peyton - it's simply coincidence that we bought the place which the author Grace Metalious immortalized as Peyton Place. And, as Mummy would have you know, it certainly wasn't a tar paper shack, either." "So Peyton Place is a fictional title - it has nothing to do with you or your relations?" "Nothing whatsoever. Locky...get out of that basket! What are you doing - you know that food is for Trixi, Bubba and Bucky!" "I can't wait to meet your cousins," Duke laughed as he watched Olivia climb into the back seat to save a roasted fowl accompanied by all the fixings. "They sound...interesting, I must say." "Well, Posh doesn't like to acknowledge their existence - she calls them rubes - but I think they're hilarious, plus I heard they've fallen upon hard times, and the least we might do is bring them a proper turkey for Thanksgiving. Besides, they're third cousins twice-removed or something, so it's not as though we're closely related, mind you." "They're that bad?" Duke grinned. "Well...let's just say that they're...a tad unconventional," Olivia simpered. "In fact, we best stop at the State liquor store and pick up a bottle of Wild Turkey for Bucky - it is his favorite." |
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