She wore a copper pantsuit ornamented with a red scarf, and low-heeled copper shoes. Normally so vital she virtually thrummed, today her energy seemed barely adequate to get her up the stairs and into the room. “Hello, Mrs. Germaine,” said Betsy, speaking gently because sh...
The lights were on, the coffee was brewed, the Bose was broadcasting something light and sparkling from NPR. Godwin turned sad eyes on her and said, “Oh, my dear, Jill called to tell me to be extra nice to you today—and why. Do you want to go back upstairs?” “Thank you, Goddy, but no. I’m upset, ...
asked Betsy, sitting down at the table, her work forgotten. Martha said, “They were Paul and Angela Schmitt. It was the old, old story. Angela was married to Paul but having an affair with Foster.” Alice said quietly, “I remember how shocked and sad Foster was the day Angela was found dead. I kno...
Lenore sat quietly on the small couch in Bewitching Stitches’ suite. She wore a long, deep-green, matte-silk skirt and a wine-colored blouse with bell sleeves. Her curly dark hair was in a loose arrangement on top of her head with tendrils that showed off her slender neck and delicate ears, and w...
asked Shelly from the backseat of Bershada’s big old Lincoln Town Car. The car, a blue so deep it was almost black, was rust-free. Usually, it takes only a few winters for road salt to make a Minnesota car start bubbling around the edges, and this model was thirty years old. There are a lot of Sa...