Goldy Schulz 11 Chopping Spree by Diane Mott Davidson

Author:Diane Mott Davidson [Davidson, Diane Mott]
Format: epub
Publisher: Diane Mott Davidson
Published: 2010-06-15T10:50:44.450000+00:00

While we were serving the lunch, however, my curiosity began to nag. During the ring-stealing and fire- starting escapades, I'd seen a couple of things that had perplexed me, and I wanted to look into them - OK, snoop - a bit more. There were a few too many things about the Stockhams that were bothering me - the vicious way they fought, the nasty games they played, their ruthless habit of blaming others for their financial problems. All these, plus their current money mess brought on by The Gadget Guy's eviction from Westside, were making me wonder if they were more involved in the death of Barry Dean than the cops suspected. Anything to try to help Julian, I said to myself, as I scooped globes of ice cream.

While Liz handed out seconds of ice cream and cobbler, I climbed back onto the kitchen chair and turned my attention to the bookshelves. The lowest shelf contained the usual assortment of gourmet cookbooks people bought these days but rarely used. All looked brand-new. Above them was another array of cookbooks, these of the specialty-fad type, featuring Cooking With Bananas the Fiji Way, Creative Tofu Touches, and Bread Soups from Around the World (spare me). My guess was that these books hadn't ever been opened.

But above those, I'd spotted something that hadn't quite fit. As Tom was always telling me, that's what you should look for. Off the top shelf, I pulled a well- worn copy of Alcoholics Anonymous, otherwise known as The Big Book. Was Shane or Page an alcoholic? Or thinking he or she might be? The way Page had been hitting the wine this morning might indicate so. But why keep this reading material in the kitchen, as if to hide it? Still perched on the chair, I opened the book and caught two pieces of paper before they fluttered to the floor.

The first was a list of the Twelve Steps, but something about it I was different. I read, We admitted we were powerless over our spending, that our lives had become unmanageable. I turned to the second sheet. Shopaholics Anonymous Meeting Times, the heading announced. Hmm. I'd heard of Debtors Anonymous, but not this. Meetings were held at two times, on two days - ten o'clock in the morning and seven in the evening Mondays and Thursdays, in the - I had to read this part twice - shoppers' lounge at Westside Mall? Hello? Would you have an AA meeting in a liquor store?

Hearing Liz approach, I shoved the book back into its spot, then scrambled off the chair.

"Ten more coffees, two more teas," she announced, giving me a quizzical glance as I shoved the chair back into place. "Want to refill the coffeepot?"

"I already did, and it's percolating," I replied. "I'm going to the little girls' room," I added.

Liz bustled around, working on the hot drinks. Meanwhile, I sprinted down the hall, turned on the fan in the peach- colored bathroom, and, still standing in the hall, shut the door hard.

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