A Wild Fright in Deadwood (Deadwood Humorous Mystery book 7)
“I shed my coat and tugged off my black boots, and then headed upstairs to change from my dress pants and satin blouse into yoga pants and a lightweight sweatshirt. The chance of my doing yoga moves tonight was pretty slim, but I could definitely see me eating ice cream and stretching out on the couch.
“Addy? Layne?” I called out as I stepped back into the hallway.
Nothing. I checked their rooms. Their backpacks were there but no kids. Hmmm. A few fingers of worry tickled down my spine, but I told myself everything was fine and headed downstairs.
Aunt Zoe was pouring herself a glass of water when I walked into the kitchen. I sized her up while her back was to me. Her braid was fraying, silver and brown strands popping out this way and that. So were the threads of her old green work shirt. Her jeans had a few burn marks along with some black smudges.
“Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” I asked.
She turned toward me, a tired smile on her mouth. “Both.”
Her eyes looked weary as well—too man...y late nights toiling away in her shop.MoreLess
“Addy? Layne?” I called out as I stepped back into the hallway.
Nothing. I checked their rooms. Their backpacks were there but no kids. Hmmm. A few fingers of worry tickled down my spine, but I told myself everything was fine and headed downstairs.
Aunt Zoe was pouring herself a glass of water when I walked into the kitchen. I sized her up while her back was to me. Her braid was fraying, silver and brown strands popping out this way and that. So were the threads of her old green work shirt. Her jeans had a few burn marks along with some black smudges.
“Workin’ hard or hardly workin’?” I asked.
She turned toward me, a tired smile on her mouth. “Both.”
Her eyes looked weary as well—too man...y late nights toiling away in her shop.MoreLess
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