Vampire Knitting Club Boxed Set Books 1-3: Paranormal Cozy Mystery by Nancy Warren

Author:Nancy Warren [Warren, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781928145684
Publisher: Ambleside Publishing
Published: 2020-06-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Monday morning, I opened as usual.

"May I help you?" I asked the group of ladies who entered my shop. I recognized them as the four women who had taken tea on that fateful day when Colonel Montague died.

Once more, Miss Everly led the group. She looked as well turned out as the last time I’d seen her, this time in a camel coat and heels. Her friends looked as frumpy as the last time I’d seen them. She came forward, "We've always loved this shop, haven't we, girls?"

I loved that she referred to them as girls when they must all be in their seventies or eighties. “I believe it was your grandmother who used to run the place. Agnes Bartlett? Oh, my, that’s a lovely photograph of her on the wall. She was such a nice woman. I was very sorry to hear of her passing."

When I’d first taken over the shop, words of condolence had stabbed me in the heart every time. Now that I was aware my grandmother was undead and a sleepwalker, they filled me with trepidation.

It wasn't too bad when strangers or tourists caught sight of a slightly pale and very sleepy looking octogenarian wandering around the shop, but when it was someone who had known her in life... I shuddered. The spell I’d cast on Agatha had saved me once this week, I didn’t want to rely on my budding powers any more than I had to. I only hoped my trap door spell held.

I agreed that it was very sad to lose her. And yes, I was her granddaughter, Lucy. The four ladies wandered around the shop as customers did, poking into baskets and flipping through knitting catalogs.

The shoppers in Cardinal Woolsey’s came in two categories. There were browsers and there were buyers. Most buyers came in with a specific project in mind or a general idea of what they wanted. For instance, "I want to make a thick, warm sweater for my grandson. His favorite color is blue." Or, "My daughter’s expecting. It's my first grandchild, I've been looking forward to knitting baby’s first sweater since I learned to knit. I suppose I’ll have to do something in yellow or green since we don't know the sex."

The browsers, on the other hand, wandered around with their gazes flitting from one thing to another. Sometimes they might buy on impulse, but usually they were killing time. These four seemed like browsers.

Of course, the fun for me was trying to turn browsers into buyers.

Miss Everly, after making a pretence of studying Icelandic sweaters suddenly put down the book. "I believe I saw you in the tea shop. When poor Colonel Montague passed away."

I nodded. "That's right. It was a terrible shock."

"I knew him."

Oh, I was aware of her history with the colonel. But, since she only knew me as young Lucy from across the pond, she wouldn't guess at the information my grandmother had passed on to me. I looked politely interested. "How sad for you to lose a friend.

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