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A mother's care
by Fancy_Day
 Things take a sinister turn in this extract from the Fantasy Archers topic of .
Jill smiled to herself as she added home made stock to the casserole she was cooking for Phil's tea. It had been a good day; she had organised the flower arranging rota in St Stephen's to perfection. Just nice traditional arrangements for the next few weeks from Peggy, Christine, Freda and Mrs Pugsley. None of those out of place exotic Ikebana offerings from Lynda Snell or nasty blue-dyed garage forecourt chrysanthemums from that lazy trollop... Jill stopped herself, "now then, no negative thoughts" was her mental reprimand.
Glancing up from the stove she caught sight of David crossing the green to The Bull. Sensible boy, she smiled to herself, taking a break from the decorating just as she had advised.
"Don't spend too long indoors at this time of year dear, fresh air has always suited you and Ruth's so capable I'm sure she can manage to strip the wall paper by herself." Fond motherly advice, oh yes, she always took especial care of her children, looking out for their best interests.
All those website addresses she had painstakingly found for Alistair so that he stayed home in the evenings rather than go out to those dreadful poker games with Matt Crawford.
Jill knew Shula would be grateful. And Elizabeth: she didn't know it was Jill who kept sending Nigel country pursuit magazines to keep up his interest in arcane crafts but it kept him busy and gave Elizabeth a chance to shine in running Lower Loxley. Such a clever capable girl!
Humming to herself as she washed up (no labour-saving dishwasher thank you very much, a hand washed pot is a clean pot), Jill pondered how long poor David would have to endure the sluttish habits of his shamefully undomesticated wife. Jill had tried to help her, show her how to be a real farmer's wife but to no avail. Ruth just couldn't or wouldn't make bread or jam or handwash David's overalls. Thank Heavens Jill had thought ahead for just this eventuality. She always had been good at forward planning. It was one of her most resourceful qualities.
"I always knew those old rolls of wallpaper that Granny P had hidden away would be useful" she thought, "and I'm glad I had the presence of mind to repaper the lounge with them when I knew poor David was marrying that northern hussy."
Such a vivid green pattern. The Victorians certainly went in for florid designs. Jill had secretly hated the paper but once she and Phil retired and moved out it was only a matter of time until Ruth decided to redecorate and then Jill's long-laid plan would come to fruition. It had taken longer than expected as Ruth had proved even more shiftless and lazy than her mother-in-law had guessed.
At last however, after some surreptitious peeling of paper by Jill herself - with carefully gloved hands of course - Ruth was finally taking off the antique green wallpaper. Jill had offered to have the children whilst the work went on. She didn't want them exposed to the mess Ruth was bound to make. Jill reminded herself to ask Phil to take David to that weekend agricultural show to keep him out of the house.
Only yesterday Jill had heard that Ruth was becoming clumsy and snappish, stepping into a bucket of paste; pathetic really. No one would ever recognise this as first signs of arsenic poisoning until it was too late. The perfect crime, smiled Jill, as she put on her coat and left for evensong. Hardly a crime at all really, just a motherly helping hand.
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