Violin Vendetta by Becky L. Cain

Author:Becky L. Cain [Cain, Becky L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: piano teacher, musician, cozy mystery, violin teacher, music story, female sleuth
Publisher: BLC Creatives Inc.
Published: 2022-04-14T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

WHAT? PROFESSOR OF VIOLIN? Who was this person, and why was she here now? I had so many questions!

“Alright, everyone! I think everyone is here! We can eat!” Mother proclaimed. She started directing traffic, instructing everyone to get a plate and pointing to which direction everyone should do. In all the shuffle, I got separated from Gina and Evie. These women were descending on the food like vultures. Clearly, I would need to wait until everyone had eaten to get my questions answered. This was like a stampede. How many people had Mom stuffed into her house for this party? And where had they all been hiding? I got my bearings and got in line for some food. Julie caught up with me and stood in line beside me.

“Hannah was proud of my quiche!“ Julie beamed. Again, with the quiche. What the heck was going on in my life right now?

“There appears to be a new member to Mom’s girl gang,” I muttered to Julie as quietly as I could.

“What are you talking about?” Julie handed me a white china plate, the kind that screams rental plate.

“I met a new woman just a few minutes ago.” I took the plate from Julie and gathered my flatware.

“There are probably many new women here. Look at all the people! Where does your mother find them?” Julie put a roll on her plate.

“Spokane, evidently.” I put two pats of butter on my plate.

“Spokane? When was your mother in Spokane?” Julie wrinkled her nose at some dish with okra in it. Julie always avoided okra.

“I do not know! Gina Miller introduced me to her. It was very odd! Gina and the woman both thought that I would already know all about her.” Oh look, ambrosia! I love ambrosia! I plopped a large spoonful onto my plate.

“Can’t stand that stuff! It’s too sweet!” Julie wrinkled her nose again at the pinkish glop on my plate.

“Did you hear me? They both thought that I should know all about this person.” I squeezed a piece of chicken in some sort of cream sauce onto my plate.

“What person? I think Hazel Rogers made that chicken! Should be spectacular!” Julie also added some of the creamy chicken to her plate.

“The woman from Spokane. Dr. Evangeline Tate.”

“She’s a doctor? What kind of doctor? Fairview could really use a new allergist. I’ve been trying to get in with Dr. Wells for weeks. All booked up.” Julie and I found two spots at a small table that was set up in the family room. The entire house had tables set up for the later Bunco tournament.

“She’s not a medical doctor, at least I don’t think so. I believe she’s a Doctor of Music.” I spread my napkin across my lap and picked up my fork.

“Why do you assume that? There are people in the world that aren’t musicians, you know.” Julie put a fork full of green beans into her mouth.

“I assume that because she is Professor of Violin at the Northwest Music Conservatory.

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