Agnes did in Paris, Patsy oversaw the management of Haddon Fields, and ran the small London office of Havens. Her strong suits were management and public relations.
Meredith let out a small sigh, thinking about the problems she was facing. On the other hand, they weren’t really unsurmountable problems, and, in the long run, the two new inns in Europe were going to be extremely beneficial to the company.
Expansion had been her idea, and hers alone, and she was determined to see it through; after all, she was the majority stockholder of Havens and the chief executive officer. In essence it was her company, and she was responsible for all of its operations.
Henry Raphaelson had told her at the beginning of the week that the bank would lend her the money she needed for her new acquisitions. The inns Havens already owned would be used as collateral for the loan. But Silver Lake Inn was not included. Henry had agreed to this stipulation of hers, if somewhat reluctantly, because she had convinced him Hilltops would be sold quickly. And hopefully she was right. With a little luck Elizabeth and Philip Morrison would commit to it the next day. Of course they will, she told herself, always the eternal optimist.
Pushing back her chair, Meredith rose and crossed to the lacquered console against the long wall, where she had put her briefcase earlier.
Tall though she was, she had a shapely, feminine figure and long legs. She moved with lithesome grace and swiftness; in fact, she was generally quick in everything she did, and she was full of drive and energy.
At forty-four Meredith Stratton looked younger than her years. This had a great deal to do with her vitality and effervescent personality as well as her youthful face and pale blonde hair worn in a girlish pageboy. This framed her rather angular, well-defined features and arresting green eyes.
Good-looking though she was, it was her pleasant demeanor and a winning natural charm that captivated most people. She had a way about her that was unique, and she left a lasting impression on all who met her.
Meredith carried her briefcase back to the desk, a glass tabletop mounted on steel sawhorses, and filled it with the manila folders and other papers she had been working on all day. After closing it and placing it on the floor, she picked up the phone and dialed her daughter’s number.
“It’s me,” Meredith said when Catherine answered.
“Hi, Mom!” Catherine exclaimed, sounding genuinely pleased to hear her mother’s voice. “How’re things?”
“Pretty good. I’m off to London and Paris on Saturday.”
“Lucky thing! Can I come with you?”
“Of course! I’d love it. You know that, darling.”
“I can’t, Mom, much as I’d enjoy playing hookey in Paris with you, having a good time. I have to finish the illustrations for Madeleine McGrath’s new children’s book, and I’ve several book jackets lined up. Oh but I can dream, can’t I?”
“Yes, you can, and I’m so glad things are going well for you with your work. But if you suddenly decided you can get away, call Amy. She’ll book your flight and get you a ticket before you can even say Jack Robinson.”
Catherine began to laugh. “I haven’t heard you use that expression for years, not since I was a kid. You told me once where it came from, but now I can’t remember. It’s such an odd expression.”
“Yes, it is, and it’s something I learnt when I was growing up in Australia. I think it originated in England and was brought over by the Pommies. Australians started to use it, and I guess it became part of our idiomatic speech. Sort of slang, really.”
“Now I remember, and you told us that it meant in a jiffy.”
“Less than a jiffy, actually,” Meredith said, laughing with her daughter. “Anyway, think about coming to Paris or London. You know how much I enjoy traveling with you. How’s Keith?”
Catherine let out a long sigh. “He’s fantastic…yummy.”
“You sound happy, Cat.”
“Oh I am, Mom, I am. I’m crazy about him.”
“Is it getting serious?”
“Very.” Catherine cleared her throat. “Mom, I think he’s going to propose soon.”
For a split second Meredith was taken aback and she was silent at the other end of the phone.
“Mom, are you still there?”
“Yes, darling.”
“You do approve…don’t you?”
“Of course I do. I like Keith a lot, and I was just surprised for a moment, that’s all. It seems to have progressed very quickly…what I mean is, you haven’t known him all that long.”
“Six months. That’s enough time, isn’t it?”
“I suppose so.”
Catherine said, “Actually, Keith and I fell in love with each other the moment we met. It was a coup de foudre, as the French are wont to say.”
Meredith smiled to herself. “Ah yes, struck by lightning…I know what you mean.”
“Is that how it was with my father?”
Meredith hesitated. “Not really, Cat…Well, in a way, yes. Except we didn’t admit that to each other for a long time.”
“Well, you couldn’t, could you. I mean, given the peculiar circumstances. It must’ve been hell for you.”
“No, it wasn’t, strangely enough. Anyway, that’s an old, old story, and now’s not the time to start going into it again.”
“Was it a coup de foudre when you met David?”
“No,” Meredith said, and thought of Jonathan’s father for the first time in several years. “We loved each other, but it wasn’t a…crazy love.”
“I always knew that, I guess. It’s a crazy love between me and Keith, and when he asks me, I’m obviously going to say yes. You really do approve, don’t you, Mom?” she asked again.
“Very much so, darling, and if he pops the question while I’m in London or Paris, you will let me know at once, won’t you?”
“I sure will. And I bet we make you a grandmother before you can say…Jack Robinson.” Catherine giggled.
Meredith said, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“Don’t be silly, Mom, of course I’m not. But I can’t wait to have a baby. Before I get too old.”
Meredith burst out laughing. “Don’t be so ridiculous, you’re only twenty-five.”
“I know, but I want to have children while I’m young, the way you did.”
“You always were a regular old mother hen, even when you were little. But listen,
