One I forgot to write about yesterday, Tracy Borman's "The Private Lives of the Tudors". It was really interesting, about the more mundane aspects of their lives, like what kind of clothing they wore, how they went to the bathroom, what they ate. The Groom of the Stool, which was a very coveted position, is actually exactly what it sounds like: someone who went into the stool closet (or bathroom) with the King and wiped. Yuck times ten. I get why people wanted to do it, though, the King was literally never, ever alone any other time, and it was a good opportunity for someone to chat him up. Still. Even if I *could* have someone do that for me, I don't think I would want to.
And then one I finished rereading last night. A woman comes into Mason's office, asking for advice for "a friend" who wants to know if her marriage is legal. Perry sees through that charade immediately and wounds her pride, so much that she storms out, leaving behind her purse. When he and Della open it, they discover a gun. Hmm. Turns out the young lady, Rhoda, was married to a con artist name Moxley. Moxley took her life savings and disappeared. Rhoda heard he died in a plane crash, so she decided she was free to remarry. She didn't really choose any better the second time around: Carl Montaine is the only son of a wealthy man, but he's a wimpy little Daddy's boy. Rhoda is sure she can make a man out of him, though. Unfortunately, her first husband has reappeared, demanding blackmail money to keep the Montaine name out of the scandal rags. Before Mason can act, Moxley is murdered and it looks like Rhoda did it. Mason pulled some fast and loose things with doorbells in court, it was pretty entertaining. Of course in the end we find out Rhoda wasn't guilty even though she thought she'd murdered Moxley (conveniently, the power went out at the exact time of the murder, so she didn't realize she wasn't alone in the room with him).
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