Actually, better than okay because of Daddy. For the first time since Mom got sick, my father wakes up in a great mood. His humming fills the kitchen as he sets out our breakfast. Robby and I look at each other, but we don’t speak. We don’t even smile. We’re afraid to break the spell. When we fin...
Lydia hardly noticed; she was too busy preparing a sweet potato casserole and three different desserts. It would be only the five of them for dinner, since Abbie and Todd were spending the day with his relatives in Connecticut, though Meredith had invited friends to join them for dessert. At two-...
Ardin parked in the driveway, making it perfectly clear she was a visitor and not a member of the household. He shook his head in exasperation as he disarmed the security system and unlocked the door leading to the kitchen. What in God's name was he thinking when he said s...
Wait.” Her heart jumped into her throat as she turned and saw Ron Morganstern waving to her from the open car window. She downed deep gulps as the car pulled up beside her. “My God, you gave me a scare!” “Sorry about that,” Mick said from the driver’s seat. “We got to talking and almost missed yo...
"Hi, how are you today?" Darren said. "Fine. I hear you've been busy talking to suspects." "Can't keep a secret in this town." "Except for the big one of who killed Cam. But we'll find out soon enough." "We?" She loved the way his voice jumped up an octave when she got und...
Not that it revealed their identities. As it turned out, they had worn Halloween masks. Page three showed a photograph of Corinne and the branch president, along with his quote: “We trust the police will find the thieves and our money.” “He’s very trusting for a bank presi...
Only that he was grounded for a week and ended up paying just five dollars in fines, since the books weren’t really damaged after all. Still, it was a stiff penalty to pay for something he didn’t do. Of course our team lost the game Mark wasn’t allowed to come to, just as I expected. Danny said t...
Eric said. “She was poisoned.” I sank into one of Sylvia’s kitchen chairs and gaped at her son then at her daughter. It was one thing surmising my dear friend had been poisoned, quite another learning I’d been right. “How do you know? Did the ME’s office call?” Michele nodded. “A Lieutenant Donov...