Cupcakes, Sales, and Cocktails by Dumond Pamela

Author:Dumond, Pamela [Dumond, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Cupcakes, Mystery, Murder Mystery Humorous, Lisa Lutz, Women’s Commercial Fiction, women sleuths, Ghosts, Shelly Fredman, janet evanovich, Fantasy, Romance, Culinary Mystery, Suspense, Humour, Horror-Ghosts, Comedy, Paranormal mystery, humorous mystery, Chick-Lit, cozy mystery, Paranormal, Pamela DuMond
Goodreads: 13334583
Publisher: Pamela DuMond
Published: 2011-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Eight

Smelling the Roses

Annie Graceland clung to the escalator handle with one paw as she held the large pink Snotsky’s-emblazoned basket with her other paw. A long pink and white fake bunny ear protruded from her headband and flopped into her eye. She shoved it back. Repetitively.

“If this ear pokes my eye out, I am so stalking you in St. Augustine Florida in heaven.” Annie gazed down at her new Snotsky’s outfit: a pink and white fluffy zip up adult onezie that had a cottontail.

“I told you Bumble was ruthless.” Edith perched on the escalator’s handrail next to her, her legs crossed, ladylike. “Good thing you didn’t apply for a job on St. Patrick’s Day. He’d have made you wear those leprechaun pants.”

“I think I look cute. A beloved symbol of a happy holiday.”

Edith sniffed. “More like a rabid rabbit with a rack. What did you accomplish with that interview? You didn’t gain any evidence from Bumble regarding my demise. The way your investigation is going I could be here for an eternity.”

“Stop smelling the roses and listen to me, Flowers. I’m here to help you. But I am not Wonder Woman.” Annie air-jabbed her index finger at Edith’s head. “And if you think for a second that I will make a complete moron out of myself to help you, you are one hundred percent wrong.”

A little girl on the adjacent ascending escalator stared at Annie, her eyes huge as she tugged on a woman’s sleeve. “Why is the bunny woman talking to herself, Mommy?”

The woman frowned at Annie. “Don’t make eye contact with the bunny. Mommy told you what happens when bunnies go off their meds.”

They reached the second floor. Annie stumbled off the escalator but held onto her basket as she watched Edith dismount gracefully.

The pianist was playing My Heart Will Go On, sung by that tiny Celine Dion with the huge gorgeous voice.

“Good lord, I will not miss Vic’s romantic renditions,” Edith said.

“I think it’s lovely,” Annie said. “The theme from the Titanic movie.”

“A woman’s lover freezes to death in front of her. But her heart will go on. Really? Baloney. I say she hits the turkey potpies, imbibes in too many grasshoppers and gains thirty pounds. Right now I’d like to be moving on. Pick up the pace, please.”

Annie positioned herself between the Vic the pianist and the bar and greeted passing customers. “Help yourself to a chocolate egg from Snotsky’s. We wish you a Happy Easter and Passover! Ho-Ho-Ho from the Easter Bunny.”

“Santa Claus says Ho-Ho-Ho,” Edith said.

“During my first ghost investigation, the killer spray-painted Ho-Ho-Ho, on my car. Apparently the saying can be used for multiple occasions,” Annie whispered. “Happy Easter, sir. Help yourself.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” A geezer grabbed a chocolate from her basket and pinched her behind.

She whacked him with the basket. Chocolate eggs flew through the air, several pelting him as he stumbled backwards and caught himself on the piano. “I’m an Easter bunny, buddy, not an easy bunny,” she said.

“This is a terrible way to treat customers,” Edith said.

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