Jill Mansell - Sheer Mischief
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SHEER MISCHIEF
By
Jill Mansell
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
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Chapter 42
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Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Acknowledgements
A huge thank you to Mum, as ever, for all those hours at the word processor; Dad, the only one who understands it; Tina, babysitter extraordinaire; and Pearl, Sarah and Cino who all helped too.
Chapter 1
Running away from her boring old fianc had seemed such a brilliant idea at the time. It was just a shame, Maxine decided, that running out of boring old petrol four hours later should be turning out to be so much less fun.
Oh please, dont be mean, she begged, but the middle-aged petrol-pump attendant remained unmoved.
Look, he repeated heavily, youve filled your car up with twenty pounds worth o petrol.
Now you tell me youve only got seventy-three pence on you. You aint got no credit cards, no cheque book, nor no identification. So I dont have no choice but to call the police.
Maxines credit cards, house keys and cheque book were back in London, lurking somewhere at the bottom of the Thames. Exasperated beyond belief by the mans uncharitable attitude, she wondered how and when the inhabitants of Cornwall had ever managed to acquire their reputation for friendliness. As far as she was concerned, it was a filthy lie.
But Ill pay you back, I promise I will, she said in wheedling tones. This is just silly. I dont know why you wont trust me ...
The attendant had a glass eye which glinted alarmingly in the sunlight. Fixing her with the bloodshot good one and evidently immune to the charms of hapless blondes with beguiling smiles, he exhaled heavily and reached for the phone.
Because its seven oclock in the morning, he replied, as if she were being deliberately stupid. Because you cant pay for your petrol. And because youre wearing a wedding dress.
Janey Sinclair, peering out of her bedroom window overlooking Trezales picturesque high street, was embarrassed. Shed had twenty-six years in which to get used to being shown up by her younger sister but it still happened. What was really unfair, she thought sleepily, was the fact that none of it ever seemed to faze Maxine.
Sshh, she hissed, praying that none of her neighbours were yet awake. Wait there, Im coming down.
Bring your purse! yelled Maxine, who didnt care about the neighbours. I need twenty pounds.
What Maxine really needed, Janey decided, was strangling.
OK, she said, opening the front door and wearily surveying the scene. Dont tell me.
Youre eloping with our local policeman and you need the money for the marriage licence. Tom, are you sure youre doing the right thing here? Your wifes going to be furious when she finds out, and my sisters a lousy cook.
Tom Lacey, Trezales local policeman, had been married for ten months and his wife was due to give birth at any moment, yet he was blushing with pleasure like a schoolboy. Janey heaved an inward sigh and wished shed kept her mouth shut.
Maxine, however, simply grinned. I did offer. He turned me down.
Janey pulled her creased, yellow and white dressing gown more tightly around her waist.
That was something else about Maxine, she always managed to upstage everyone around her.
And although it was still relatively early on a Sunday morning, it was also mid-July, practically the height of the holiday season. Tourists, unwilling to waste a moment of their precious time in Cornwall, were making their way along the high street, heading for the beach but pausing to watch the diversion outside the florists shop. They couldnt quite figure out what was going on, but it looked interesting. One small boy, deeply tanned and wearing only white shorts, deck shoes and a camera slung around his neck, was even taking surreptitious photographs.
So why are you wearing a wedding dress? she demanded, then flapped her arms in a gesture of dismissal. Maxines explanations tended to be both dramatic and long-winded. No, dont bother. Heres the twenty pounds. Can we go inside now or are you really under arrest?
But Maxine, having whisked the money from her sisters grasp and popped the rolled-up notes into her cleavage, was already sliding back into the passenger seat of the panda. My cars being held hostage, she said cheerfully. Tom just has to take me to pay the ransom first, but well be back in forty minutes. Tom, are you as hungry as I am?
Well ... Tom, who was always hungry, managed a sheepish grin.
There, you see. Were both absolutely starving, declared Maxine, gazing with longing at the array of switches studding the dashboard and wondering which of them controlled the siren.
Then, fastening her seatbelt and flashing her sister a dazzling grin, she added, But you mustnt go to too much trouble, darling. Just bacon and eggs will be fine.
Tom, to his chagrin, was called away instead to investigate the case of the stolen parasol outside the Trezale Bay Hotel.
Toast and Marmite? Maxine looked disappointed but bit into a slice anyway. Rearranging her voluminous white skirts and plonking herself down on one of the wrought-iron chairs on the tiny, sunlit patio, she kicked off her satin shoes and wriggled her toes pleasurably against the warm flagstones.
Why dont you change into something less ... formal? Janey, who was wearing white shorts and a primrose-yellow camisole top, poured the coffee. Wheres your suitcase, in the car?
Maxine, having demolished the first slice of thickly buttered toast, leaned across and helped herself to a second.
No money, no suitcase, she said with a shrug. No nothing! Youll just have to lend me something of yours. Janey had looked forward all week to this Sunday, when nothing was precisely what she had planned on doing. A really good lie-in, she thought dryly, followed by hours of blissful, uninterrupted nothing. And instead, she had this.
Go on then, she said as Maxine stirred three heaped spoonsful of sugar into her coffee cup and shooed away an interested wasp. Tell me whats happened. And remember, you woke me up for this so it had better be good.
She had to concede, ten minutes later, that it was pretty good. Three years at drama school might not have resulted in the dreamed-of glittering acting career, but Maxine certainly knew how to make the most of telling a story. In the course of describing the events of the previous night her hands, eyebrows even her bare feet became involved.
... So there we were, expected to arrive at this fancy-dress party in less than an hour, and bloody Maurice hadnt even remembered to tell me it was on. Well, being Maurice, he phoned his mother and she was round in a flash with her old wedding dress tucked under her skinny arm.
Its a Schiaparelli, can you believe? So we ended up at this chronic company party as a bride-and-sodding groom and everyone was sniggering like mad because the thought of us ever actually tying the knot was evidently too funny for words. And I realized then that they were right I didnt want to spend the rest of my life pretending to be a dutiful bankers wife and having to socialize with a bunch of boring stuffed shirts. So I told Maurice it was over, and then I told the stuffed shirts and their smirking wives exactly what I thought of them too. Poor Maurice; as far as he was concerned, that really was the last straw. It didnt matter that Id humiliated him, but insulting all the directors was too much. Janey, Ive never seen him so mad! He dragged me backwards out of the hotel and told me I wasnt worth his mothers old slippers, let alone her precious wedding dress. I screamed back that as he was such an old woman he should be wearing the bloody dress! Then I kicked him because he wouldnt let go of me, so he called me a spoilt, spiteful, money-grabbing delinquent and chucked my evening bag into the Thames. She paused, then concluded mournfully, It had everything in it. My favourite Este Lauder eyeshadow palette ... everything.
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