Murder at the Dinner Bucket Diner by Michelle Goff

Author:Michelle Goff [Goff, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2019-05-10T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Due to his work schedule, Maggie didn’t see Seth in the days following their Dinner Bucket lunch. But he ended every phone conversation they had with a reminder that they would finish their discussion about Jamie the next time they saw each other.

But the next time they saw each other, they were surrounded by her parents, her brother and his family, and members of her extended family at a cookout on the Sunday of Labor Day weekend. The occasion didn’t allow for private conversations or alone time. Then they stayed up late that night talking to Mark and his wife, who spent the night at Maggie’s house. After breakfast the next morning, Seth left to spend the day with his dad. Later that day, Maggie and her parents saw Mark and his family off.

“The house seems so quiet after the children have gone.” The words had no more left Lena’s mouth than the ringing phone interrupted the silence.

Looking at the ID, Robert said, “It’s Sylvie,” before saying into the receiver, “Yellow. Yeah, she’s here. I guess I’ll let you talk to her.”

Lena reached for the phone, but Robert handed it to Maggie. “She wants to talk to me?” Maggie asked.

“Well, yeah, I wouldn’t be giving you the phone if she didn’t.”

Taking the phone, Maggie said, “Hey, Sylvie. How are you feeling?”

“I’m much better. Thank you for asking. Do you still want to see Shaggy?”

“Yes. Have you found out his name or where he lives?”

“No, but I don’t need to. I’m setting on my porch looking at him. He’s across the way helping my neighbor clear a tree that fell.”

“Don’t let him leave. I’ll be right there.”

Maggie wasn’t merely pleased to finally meet Shaggy Goat. She was happy that someone’s appearance finally lived up to her imagination. Shaggy Goat’s shoulder-length dirty blond hair fell over his face and looked like it had been cut in the dark with a kitchen knife, and his scruffy goatee covered a jaw that jutted out from a gaunt face. She didn’t know how someone who enjoyed pancakes and waffles could be so skinny. But after remembering that Charlie said he wasn’t a regular, she surmised that he must treat himself to the starchy breakfasts on special occasions. She found him sitting on Sylvie’s porch, drinking a glass of lemonade and discussing quilts.

“My granny made quilts that had threads sticking up in them,” he told Sylvie.

“That’s called tacking,” Sylvie explained. “She put the thread in them to keep the quilts together. I never cared for tacking myself, but you know what they say about different strokes.”

“Do you fix quilts for people? I have a couple of her quilts, but they’re coming apart. I’d like to have them fixed.”

“Yes, I repair quilts. You bring them by next time you come around, and I’ll take a look at them.”

Maggie stood on the porch, wondering how long the conversation would continue and how long it would take them to acknowledge her existence. After telling him that they could discuss a price later, Sylvie nodded to Maggie and said, “Here he is.

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