Perils and Lace by Gayle Leeson

Author:Gayle Leeson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gayle Leeson
Published: 2020-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter Sixteen

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hops on Main typically closed earlier on Saturdays, and I hoped to get to Winter Garden before the farmers’ market ended. I hadn’t seen Max since this morning, but I knew that being active so much of yesterday had taken a toll on her.

When I arrived at the Down South Café, one or two of the vendors appeared to be packing up; but otherwise, the event was still in full swing. I spotted Grandpa’s table, got Jazzy’s carrier from the back seat, and hurried over to say hi.

“How’s it going?” I asked, approaching the table.

“Quite well.” He reached for the carrier, as Jazzy demanded to be let out. “It’s all right, little one, you’ll be home soon.” Although the air was crisp, he placed the carrier in the shade.

“Thanks,” I said. “Would you mind babysitting while I look around?”

“Better make it snappy. We’re supposed to close up shop in about twenty minutes.”

“Twenty minutes?” That didn’t give me much time, but I wasn’t about to waste it complaining.

I made a beeline—pun intended—for the Landon Farms Honey table. I’d heard it was delicious and wanted to get a jar. I was also able to snag a bag of apples and an embroidered tea towel during my whirlwind shopping spree.

“Looks like you did all right, Pup,” Grandpa said when I returned to his table with my arms full.

“I did. I’m going to take these things to the car, and then I’ll be back to help you gather up your things.” Holding up the bag of apples, I asked, “Won’t these taste great baked with cinnamon?”

“With a dab of whipped cream on top?”

“You bet.” I grinned. “Now that we’ve got tomorrow’s dessert figured out, we should probably think about the main course.” I went ahead and put my purchases in the car.

On my walk back to Grandpa’s table, I slowed when I heard two women discussing someone who could only be Sandra Kelly.

“My daughter was in her class and thought the world of her,” one said, “but she did say Ms. Kelly was awfully flirty, especially with Mr. Talbot.”

“What is wrong with that man?” her companion wondered. “Why in the world would he risk his beautiful wife and daughter for her?”

“Honey, that’s the million-dollar question. Maybe now that she’s dead, he’ll come to his senses.”

The pair went into the café, and I hurried to the other side of the parking lot where Grandpa had already started putting the items he hadn’t sold into his truck.

“Give me a hand with this tablecloth, would you please?” he asked.

As I picked up the cloth, I said, “You’re not returning home with much. You’ll need to bring even more stuff next week.”

“Afraid not. I was late to the party—this is the last Saturday Amy is doing the farmers’ market.” He shrugged. “I wish I’d known about it sooner, but I enjoyed today. And I’m on the vendor list to be contacted if and when Amy decides to host another event. Plus, a few people are interested in having some custom work done—enough to likely keep me busy for the next few months.

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