Chicken eased in the door sideways between me and another customer. “Hi.” Cheryl Lynne stood behind the counter of Higher Grounds and wiped her hands down her apron. There were big thermal mugs with steam coming from them and on a table next to her were platters of yummy goodness all ready to be taken over to the square to sell to the festival-goers. She gave a crooked sympathetic smile. “What is going on?” I asked. Cheryl Lynne glanced over my shoulder. I turned and followed her line of vision. Beulah Paige, Mable Claire and a couple more of the Auxiliary women stared at me, but quickly turned to their cups of coffee when I looked at them. “I heard about O’Dell Burns.” “Totally sucks.” I peeked at the scones in the glass case standing between us. “Beulah is going around telling everyone about some sort of altercation you had with him right before someone stuck him with a knife.”
