Good Bones: A Taylor Quinn Quilt Shop Mystery (The Taylor Quinn Quilt Shop Mysteries Book 7) by Tess Rothery

Good Bones: A Taylor Quinn Quilt Shop Mystery (The Taylor Quinn Quilt Shop Mysteries Book 7) by Tess Rothery

Author:Tess Rothery [Rothery, Tess]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-12T22:00:00+00:00


Belle had declined the invitation to give a history lecture, but when everyone had gathered in the parlor for the afternoon walk, Taylor was not surprised that Deputy Maria had joined them.

Taylor hung back with Maria as Sissy led them into the fresh air and sunshine.

“Health and wellness of the early 1900s focused quite a bit on the lungs. Let’s stop here.” Sissy brought the group to a rise in the lawn, free from the shade of the many trees that lined the property. “Everyone take a nice long yawn with me.” Sissy yawned, and whether they wanted to or not, everyone else did as well. “Now swallow in an absurdly exaggerated way, please.” She demonstrated, and the group followed. “Let’s put those two moves together, nice and slow, and repeat, say, three times.”

They did. Aviva caught Pyper’s eye and they both blushed.

"Doesn’t that feel amazing? We’ve opened the lungs and exercised our face and neck muscles. Whether or not faithful practice of this is as good as a face lift, I’ll let you decide. But personally, I think a hearty yawn feels better than major surgery would.”

Jeanne laughed.

“I also like it better than the various pieces of chest-expanding equipment that have been around since about 1850.” She took a deep breath, allowing her ample bosom to expand dramatically. “But maybe that’s just me.”

Taylor laughed softly. Sissy was just so good at this kind of thing. Holding your attention, entertaining while educating. A born leader.

“Our lives used to be a lot smokier than they are now. Not just from smoking cigarettes inside, but cooking over wood fires, and heating homes with wood and coal. It must have been a constant battle for oxygen back in the good old days. And really, I feel better!” She grinned, and her little audience responded in kind. “Lung health can also be improved with a little singing. Group singing was a common activity before the radio and television. Folk songs were made for singing outside, and this classic has been around since before the Boone-Love House. Are you ready to walk and sing?” Sissy stretched her arms, rocked her head side to side and then began to march backwards, singing “Kumbaya” in a deep, satisfying contra-alto.

She stopped when they reached the far fence at the end of the property. "Yesterday Lorraine told us a heartbreaking story of tragedy. And it was followed by an immediate tragedy in our own lives. I long to forget the darkness and stand here absorbing the glory of creation. But we can’t. We need to work with the sheriff, follow his directions, and tell him everything we know. He needs to put whoever did this to our friend behind bars for a very long time."

"Forever." Tansy's frail voice surprised Taylor. The girl looked pale and tired as though the vivacity of her personality had been sucked out by the evening's tragedies.

Maddie and Tansy hadn't really known each other, but perhaps this murder was too similar to the death of Shawna Cross, Tansy's best friend who had worked at the Flour Mill museum.



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