Vicky was having a hard time believing this. She wouldn'tve been surprised to find that her father was having an affair with someone. He'd been doing that for years. Almost every time Florence pled a headache and went to bed. But his very own sister! It made chills run up her back. Or were they thrills?
Abby was lolling on a couch in the living room with a fingernail file and polish, Vicky didn't even rate a look as she padded by and turned down the long hall. The library was empty and so was the small greenhouse that opened out into the huge back yard. But the door to the billiard room was closed and locked. Vicky tried the knob carefully so that no one inside would know she was there. Vicky smiled. There were other ways to find out what was going on. She went to the next door down the hall and entered quietly. It was a small kitchen and bar, there only for parties Carl sometimes threw for his men friends. And though the sliding service door was closed, Vicky knew exactly how to get it open. She'd used every room in the house for a playground at one time or another.
She found a paring knife and climbed onto the counter, working herself over to the door as quietly as possible. She was lying on her belly now and through the thin wood of the sliding panel she could hear her father's voice. A groan from Mona followed by a shuddering sigh. Vicky's hand trembled as she gingerly pried the bolt back with the short-bladed knife.