beyond the grave 03 - a ghostly demise by kappes tonya

Author:kappes, tonya [kappes, tonya]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-08-24T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

T he rush crowd was almost over when Granny up and left me in charge to go find out the gossip around town at Pose and Relax while taking the morning yoga class. Most of the Auxiliary women were in the early class so they could get on with their day and spread the gossip love.

After the last guest table was cleared and cleaned, I stuck a sign on the door that said breakfast hours in the dining room were over and they could go into the snack room off the hallway for the free muffins and coffee.

Even though Granny owned and operated the Inn, she didn’t have to be there twenty-four/seven. She just needed to be there for the mealtimes since she was the chef. I had tried to get her to hire someone. She claimed no one made a better Southern, home-cooked meal than her. I wasn’t going to argue with that.

This time I walked around the square and headed into Higher Grounds. It was still early and the only coffee I’d had was from Vernon Baxter. Poor Vernon. He was not far from my mind. I was having a hard time forgiving myself for accusing him of killing Cephus Hardy, though it was strange that I had found Cephus’s ring in the garden where he claimed he was killed.

“She sure is purty.” Cephus appeared next to me in line.

Ahem. I cleared my throat and looked ahead of me, where Mary Anna was talking with her hands, explaining some big beauty tip to Cheryl Lynne.

“Good morning, ladies.” I smiled and butted my way into the conversation. “I hope to see both of you at Granny’s meet-the-candidate cookout tonight.”

“Of course I’m going to be there,” Mary Anna confirmed. “Zula Fae is even letting me fix her hair. I swear that cap she wears when she’s riding her fancy little bicycle is ruining the roots of her gorgeous hair. I told her she needed to put extra conditioning on, but you know Zula.” Mary Anna shook her hair. It was styled in the classic Marilyn bob. I had no idea how she could breathe in the tight white dress. Her boobs toppled over the scalloped edges.

Looking at her feet in the sky-high heels made me cringe.

“And I’m doing the desserts. Well,” Cheryl Lynne leaned in. Her long blond hair spilled over her shoulders. She would look good in a paper sack. Her perfect size six wore a little sundress and her apron was tied neatly around her waist, making it look even smaller.

She said, “Zula herself bought the carrots from Dottie Kramer for me to make the carrot cake.”

“What?” I was taken aback. Granny never mentioned once about the carrots and her deal with Dottie Kramer. Had I been wrong about Granny and the goats? She never admitted it, but she never denied it either.

“She sure did. Dottie Kramer told me herself.” Cheryl’s brows lifted and my mouth and Mary Anna’s mouth dropped.

“Honey, I’ve got to get going. Can you get me a cup to go?” Mary Anna asked Cheryl Lynne.

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