Another of Ogilvie's kitchen-table tales of mystery and suspense with clusters of likable kin and chums helping out in crises; you just know that whatever disaster hits, those sterling Maine ladies will cope. A good thing too--because house-wife Astrid has a whopping load of woe. First, her adored husband Gray, loving father to their two little boys and a good companion in and out of bed, suddenly announces he's leaving her for Dorri, the boys' 17-year-old baby sitter Dorri's a nasty piece, and while Astrid is still reeling in despair and grief, Dorri harasses her with obscene telephone calls. But it's not until Dorri begins to work on the boys that Astrid grabs her throat and slaps her good and proper. Meanwhile, Astrid gets support from Gray's two nice brothers and their wives, and other assorted town pals. And help of a sort comes from teenage neighbor Kevin, once stuck on Dorri and feeling guilty because he knew of the Gray affair before anyone; he mows lawns, plays with the boys, and house-sits. Finally, it looks as if Astrid is sadly reconciled to divorce when there's that horrible discovery in the boat shed . . . and it all ends with two murders solved, a chase, and a hint that Astrid may find another more solid man. Skims right along--just like hearing some juicy stuff over the backyard fence.