If Mashed Potatoes Could Dance by Paige Shelton

Author:Paige Shelton [Shelton, Paige]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: suspense, (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
ISBN: 9780425251614
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2012-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

For the second morning in a row, Sally awakened me with the idea that it was a good time to spend more time talking about her. I didn’t readily admit that I was interested enough in Edgar O’Brien’s notes to hope she’d show up, but I was.

I didn’t believe that her diary existed, but learning about her life via Edgar O’Brien’s notes was fascinating. It was like having my own live version of the History Channel, which was about the only way I found history intriguing enough to pay attention.

Once awake, I grabbed some coffee and we took our spots on my bed again as I began reading.

“So, it says that you had pigeons, Sally,” I said as I interpreted one of the notes.

She thought a long minute and finally said, “I did! I loved those birds. I kept them in the barn in the backyard. Oh, now I remember the barn really clearly. My pigeons were kept there, but my father used it mostly for storage. The birds were on the top level. I spent a lot of time there. Oh, Betts, I don’t think I’ve ever remembered that as well as I’m remembering now. Thank you!”

“Well, you might not thank me after I tell you the next part.”

“Go on.”

“Your father set the birds free. Edgar says that the prosecution used this fact as one of the reasons you were angry enough to kill him.”

“No! I mean, I don’t…something about that doesn’t sound right. I can’t pinpoint what’s right and what’s wrong, but something’s not making sense.”

“Think about it. Maybe it’ll come back.”

“I’ll try. But setting birds free wouldn’t have been enough to make me commit murder, I know that much. Particularly kill my father. Betts, I know that I wasn’t always happy, no one in my family was particularly cheery, but I don’t remember any hatred. I would surely remember hatred, wouldn’t I? What else? Tell me whatever you can.”

“You were ill during the trial, very ill it seems,” I said.

Sally put her hand on the right side of her stomach. “Yes, I was. I felt terrible. The doctors said I was lying about feeling ill, or simply suffering from a nervous stomach.”

“Your stomach?”

“Yes, right here.” She still had her hand on the right side of her midsection. “But it was unlike any sour stomach I’d ever had. It was a sharp pain.”

“Are you sure it was on that side.” I remembered that she had died of some sort of heart condition.

“Positive. It was very painful. Though I don’t remember the pain exactly, I remember how the most comfortable position was bent over, and my attorneys kept making me sit up straight.”

I looked at the spot she touched. I didn’t think that an oncoming heart condition would cause pain there, but I’d research it a little. The two ailments might not have been related anyway. Maybe she had been faking her illness; there was no way to know for sure.

I glanced down at the book. I didn’t

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