Apple Pie A La Murder by Kate Bell

Author:Kate Bell [Bell, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cozy Baked Murders
Published: 2016-08-20T03:00:00+00:00

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I had worn my plain black dress to the funeral. I hadn’t worn it since Thaddeus’s funeral, and I made a mental note to get rid of it. I could buy something new for any further funeral attendances. God forbid there should be any more for a while.

Lucy and I sat in the back, watching the mourners file in. Lucy wore a short hot pink skirt with a white top. She stood out like a sore thumb. Lucy was an attention grabber.

“We need to keep our eye out for anyone suspicious,” she leaned over and whispered to me.

I nodded. I had been watching everyone carefully, but there weren’t any strangers that had shown up yet. I had known everyone here for years, or had at least known of them. Small towns were like that. If you didn’t know them personally, they were still familiar faces you passed in the grocery store or saw at the movie theater on Saturday nights.

Henry’s widow sat on the first row, dabbing her eyes with a hanky. She was older than I had expected, but it could have been the fact that her hair was a solid gray. I wondered where she and Henry had met. Charles had said she was from Chicago. Maybe she had argued with her husband and in a fit of rage, killed him? She didn’t seem the type. I don’t know how I knew it, but I did. And as soon as I had that thought, I thought that maybe that was exactly the type that would kill someone. I sighed. I was going to drive myself crazy over this thing.

Charles and Ralph were both in attendance. Charles sat behind the grieving widow, a little close to the family pew, if you ask me. I would have only expected family in the first several rows and very close friends after that. But this wasn’t the South, so maybe Charles didn’t know about that protocol.

Ralph sat in what looked to be the exact middle of the room. I decided that in itself was suspicious. He was probably trying to not be suspicious by not appearing suspicious.

I tried to listen to the sermon, but in my mind I kept seeing poor dead Henry with a knife sticking out of him. I wondered what it was like to breathe your last breath. What were your last thoughts? Did you think about your loved ones? Your regrets? I shook myself. That kind of thinking would drive a person mad. The first year after Thaddeus’s death, I had imagined his last moments, over and over. I thought I would end up in a mental hospital.

At the close of the sermon, we got up and filed past the open casket. I cringed and followed Lucy. I had no desire to look at him, and I wished his wife would have gone for a closed casket. Closed casket was always best.

I stared at Lucy’s back as we slowly filed by, determined not to look. But at the last second, I did look and for a moment, Henry opened his eyes and beckoned me.

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