The Corpse Who Knew Too Much by Debra Sennefelder

Author:Debra Sennefelder [Sennefelder, Debra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2020-07-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Hope made it back home in time to bake the rustic apple pie. Though peeling and slicing the apples didn’t go as quickly as she would have liked. Her mind kept drifting back to her conversations with Donna and Oliver, forcing her to stop and wipe her hands clean so she could jot notes in her composition notebook.

When she was a member of the library’s mystery book club, she had used a notebook to jot down observations, clues, and notes about the story. She’d been determined to uncover the killer’s identity before anyone else in the book club. Apparently, old habits die hard.

And they also slowed down her pie-making process.

Despite the distractions, she was able to get the pie into the oven just as Claire and Logan arrived. Her sister brought her usual dinner contribution—a salad. Not that she was a bad cook; she just preferred not to. And she was more than happy to give her sister props for being the best cook in the family.

Logan raced in looking for Bigelow and begging his mom for a dog while Princess made herself scarce.

By the time the table was set, Drew had arrived, followed by Ethan with his daughters. The girls were giving each other the silent treatment. Claire nudged Hope as the girls moped. It was like gazing through a looking glass at their childhood. How many times had they quibbled themselves into silence?

“Hope, can Izzy eat with us?” Becca looked up while holding her doll tightly to her chest. She had her father’s dark eyes and her mother’s loose curls.

“I’d love for Izzy to join us for dinner.” Hope reached out and tousled Becca’s light brown locks.

Becca beamed. “Thanks!” She swung around and ran to the table, ignoring Ethan’s reminder only a few moments before not to run through the house.

“Daddy said not to run,” Molly said with her hands on her hips and a pointed stare at her little sister. Molly’s hair was darker and straight. She favored Ethan more than Heather in appearance and temperament. Molly was a by-the-books six-year-old.

“You going to tattle?” Becca climbed onto the chair and placed Izzy on her lap.

“Remind you of anyone?” Claire grabbed the salad, which Hope had dressed with a simple raspberry vinaigrette.

“Oh, yeah.” Hope laughed. Even with the bickering, she loved when the girls visited. They livened up the house in a way she could never have imagined. It was like when Bigelow came to live with her. She hadn’t realized how much her home needed a dog. Now she realized how much her heart needed the girls.

“Molly doesn’t have to tattle because I saw you run after I told you not to.” Ethan approached the table from the family room.

“Sorry, Daddy.” Becca gave her father a sad face, and Hope was sure it melted his heart. How could it not? Hers had melted, and she wasn’t the one doing the scolding.

“I’m about to pull the soups out of the oven. Everyone to the table.” On her

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