A Ghostly Undertaking (Beyond The Grave) by Kappes Tonya

Author:Kappes, Tonya [Kappes, Tonya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tonya Kappes
Published: 2013-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

I didn’t know much about ghosts, but I was sure Ruthie Sue Payne was avoiding me. Ever since last night and the debacle with Beulah, and finding out that Earl had broken her trust and told Granny exactly where she kept the spider brooch he had given her, Ruthie hadn’t showed up. Even when I called out for her.

Good news was that I got some sleep and knew the first thing I needed to do this morning was apologize to Cheryl Lynne Doyle for making a scene at her café last night.

After taking a quick shower and throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, I took advantage of the beautiful spring morning and decided to walk to Higher Grounds.

The town square was already buzzing with runners, walkers, and gathered groups drinking coffee. Colorful flower baskets hung from the carriage lights lining the sidewalk around the square.

I loved this time of the year, especially when the weather was this nice. Stopping for a brief moment, I bent down to smell the flowers in the decorative urn that was on the sidewalk across the street from Higher Grounds Café. Although, I was admiring the beautiful flowers, I was really building up my self-confidence to go in and apologize for being. . .crazy.

I wished I could be like the black-eyed Susan and bask in the morning sun, but it was time to face the music.

A few seconds later, I was across the street and walking in Higher Grounds. The smell circled my nose, making my tastebuds water.

“Good morning,” I greeted Cheryl Lynne.

“Emma Lee, we don’t want any trouble this morning.” Cheryl wiped her hands off on her apron and walked around from behind the counter. Her blond hair was pulled into a high ponytail, causing her eyes to become taut at the end and slant upwards.

Three of the tables were filled with customers. Of course, Beulah Paige Bellefry was one of them. Just my luck.

Inwardly I groaned, but put a sweet smile on my face. “Morning, Beulah.” It actually pained me to say her name. Kill them with kindness, Granny would say. “Cheryl, I’m so sorry for what happened last night. I’m here to apologize. I was only trying to defend my granny.” I turned and glared at Beulah who had an ear turned in my direction, and then I turned back to talk to Cheryl.

“Fine.” Cheryl patted my arm. “We southern women sure do love our family.” She smiled, giving me the signal that she’d be sure to spread the word. “Let me get you a cup of coffee.”

The glass covered platters sitting along the counter were filled with delicious looking homemade scones, muffins and doughnuts. Each one looked better than the other.

“Who makes all of your pastries?” My mouth watered.

“I do.” Cheryl’s voice escalated with pride. “I get up every morning at four am to start baking. I love it.” She looked beyond my shoulder.

“I had no idea you were a baker.” My eyes were bigger than my stomach.

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