Hush-Hush by Elizabeth Spann Craig

Author:Elizabeth Spann Craig
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cozy animal mysteries, cozy mystery cats, southern mystery, cozy cat mysteries, southern cozy mystery
Publisher: Elizabeth Spann Craig
Published: 2020-11-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

After taking Fitz back home and feeding him, the phone rang. It was Connor, sounding regretful. “I hate this, but a coworker asked me to trade shifts with him because he’s having some sort of family emergency. I’m so sorry.”

“No worries, Connor. That’s nice of you to step in like that. Didn’t you just get off a long shift, though?”

“Afraid so. But I did have a few hours in-between and took a nap and a shower, so it’s not as bad as it could be. I mostly feel bad about supper. Can we take a raincheck?”

I said, “Of course we can. Anytime.”

As I hung up, I reflected that part of me did feel a very mild disappointment. But part of me was relieved to just spend a quiet evening at home with some mac and cheese, my book, and Fitz. I wondered if I’d have had the same reaction if it had been Grayson.

A couple of days went by, thankfully uneventfully. I sent Grayson over the column I’d written for the newspaper full of book recommendations and upcoming library events—and was even able to mention the tech drop-in date, since I’d coordinated a date with Timothy for that. Connor and I didn’t have the supper, but we did have lunch and it was just as fun as our first outing together had been, with lots of laughing and reminiscences.

Then things got quite a bit more solemn as the date for Ellie’s funeral came. Wilson had coordinated the schedule so he and I could both be there as representatives for the library. He felt positive there would also be a couple of library trustees, if not more. The day was blustery and gray and seemed fit for a funeral, especially one for a young person. When Wilson and I arrived at the cemetery for the graveside service, Pris was already there, speaking with the funeral director and looking pale and drawn.

Wilson murmured to me, “I suppose we’ll stand in the back, to make room for family under the tent.”

I nodded. “Although I got the impression Ellie and Pris didn’t have much remaining family. But let’s stand farther back, to be on the safe side.”

Because Ellie was relatively new to town and Pris was very new to town, there was just a small trickle of mourners who came in. When Pris spotted Wilson and me standing back behind the tent, she spoke to the funeral director, who came over.

“If everyone could come sit under the tent, please? There will be plenty of room for all,” he said with a studied solemn and efficient manner.

Wilson and I moved and sat in the back row under the tent and others followed until there were at least a smattering of mourners there. I noted with surprise that Sunny Griffith was there with Ted. He wore a dark suit and a grim expression and seemed to be perspiring more than the day warranted. Sunny was wearing a brown dress and was holding onto Ted’s arm.

Wilson murmured, “That’s nice of her to come.

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