Just as she gets use to the low humidity…Wham!…humid air enters the picture leaving her blond waves like limp noodles trailing down her back. This morning the dew point soared as she scampered into the store, right to the long mirror situated at the back wall behind the ice cream case of my shop ...
After they had finished tea, Rita and Anita collected the key stones that were hidden away in nooks around the cavernous eighth cave, and handed them to Bailey, Frances, and Chloe. Aiden reached for one initially, when it looked as though he’d be carrying it for the women; Rita scowled at him, an...
There were probably a couple dozen large round tables-for-eight set up with white tablecloths and wicker cornucopias overflowing with real harvest fruits and vegetables as centerpieces. There were probably a lot of other nice decorations too, but once I spotted the cheese ...
Ping Pong (for some reason the name was sticking and I cringed at the thought that we might slip and say it to his face) took Dottie and Stormi to Atlanta to pick out a dress and other essentials for the wedding. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Brandon since our short conversation on the phone. ...
Stormi exclaimed as she waltzed through the door of my store, The Frozen Scoop Ice Cream Shoppe. She stopped and looked in the huge mirror on the back wall of my Shoppe. “Without the humidity, my hair is bulletproof.” When fall settles into the Caesars Creek, Georgia reg...
She had walked to the Library, of course—there was no reason to drive such a short distance—but rather than rub her hands with obviously sinister glee or duck into any non-existent dark alleys or some secret lair like Bailey thought her friends possibly expected, she merely walked back to Grovey ...
But, she couldn’t afford to let it drag her heels—there was more work to do. A full day of tours, the last before they were finally closed for a day. And of course there was whatever Aiden wanted to talk about. She expected it had something else to do with the caves. It occurred to her to wonder,...
I’d only been open three months, but business was booming. Of course, it was spring and who doesn’t want a scoop of almond fudge or chocolate mint to cool their senses. I hoped winter in the heart of Georgia wouldn’t dull my customer’s palate for cold concoctions. Previo...
As I walked from the bank towards the shoppe I noticed Jeb and ol’ Charlie sitting on their usual bench in front of the hardware store. I walked slowly near them so I could hear their conversation. Jeb looked stricken while Charlie rattled on. Seems Charlie was trying to convince Jeb that the lig...
Even Essie waltzed around the Coffee Cabana with a smile on her face. Made me wonder what she was up to. But she said a good night’s sleep was all she needed. I asked if Hildie showed her the picture of the piece of cloth taken from Harvey’s golf cart. “Yes I looked at i...
We’d all gotten there early, mainly so Paige could have a few drinks before takeoff. Stormi and Greg walked off by themselves to get a bite to eat and Brandon and I joined Paige and Bruce in the airport lounge. I figured most of the trip Brandon and I would spend with Paige and Bruce so the newly...
She didn’t intend to waste a second if she didn’t need to. They drove into town, and Bailey directed Avery to park in front of the bakery. It wasn’t open yet, but the women were inside, visible through the windows and the glass pane on the door, doing the daily business of...
After the tumultuous spring, what with the murder of Miss Greta and the revelation that Trixie’s daughter committed the crime, it was nice to simply serve my customers and enjoy the company of friends. “This humidity is killing my hair,” Stormi bellowed as she entered th...
Toe was at his wit’s end, and I had to feel sorry for the guy. “I believe you, Toe,” Eli said with his face buried in his note pad. Maybe he did; maybe he didn’t. I wasn’t sure. “But, we’ve got to get your whereabouts for all...
Heck the town was small. I was surprised they even had a funeral home. The town had a small grocery, a tiny hardware store, and a funeral home. They didn’t even have a restaurant…, which might be a good thing. The funeral home appeared to once have been someone’s home. A...
yelled my Aunt Esther, also known as Aunt Essie, as she, her sister, and my other aunt, Hilda, walked through the door of my coffee house. “The sweets with the sweets!” I would beg to differ on the first use of sweets. I adore my aunts, but sweet is probably the last term that comes to mind when ...