Snow White Red-Handed (A Fairy Tale Fatal Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
Prue jerked her head up. She was sprawled facedown on the lumpy ticking mattress, dozing. It wasn’t late, but she only had a candle, and anyway, she sure didn’t intend to peruse the Bible someone had put in the tower. It didn’t have a single picture, even. “Prue.” Hansel! Her heart pitter-pattered. She scrambled to her feet and dashed to the window. “Hello,” she whispered into the darkness. Hansel was just a smudge of gray in the garden. “Did you enjoy the pastries I sent along on your tray with Freda?” “Yes. And the biscuits, too, and the sausages. Oh—and the Turkish delight.” Ma would be shocked. She always said a lady should give the impression of watching her figure in front of a gentleman, even if it meant stuffing her face like a carpetbag later on. But then, Hansel wasn’t really a gentleman. “I have come,” he whispered, “to tell you what I have learned.”
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