Lisa ordered, standing next to the island between us, arms stretched wide. “Somebody’s going to get hurt.” We stopped just long enough for me to come to my senses. I was participating in the madness. This had to stop, although the fact that Babe had the ring while the killer was busy planning his next attack on Lisa and me made me want to hurl more than cakes. “That’s the point,” Hetty quipped and flung a glop of red preserves, using a huge spoon like a catapult, right at Lisa. She ducked and it landed on the six burner stove behind her. Hetty reloaded and flung the glop at Babe. Hetty made contact and grinned her success. “She’s full of bunk,” Babe yelled after the red preserves splashed on her now pink hair. “She’s the one who snuffed out Dickey and now she’s trying to pin it on me just because I have that damn ring.” She threw a plate of almond biscotti at Hetty.
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