Chocolate Dipped Death
Chocolate Dipped Death
“I needed to make samples of candy for my meeting with Ruth Cohen, and I’d convinced Bea—with some effort—that I couldn’t be two places at once.
Trouble was, she felt compelled to keep an eye on me as I worked. Even though I knew that Karen’s anger with me was being fueled, at least in part, by her medical condition, my argument with her had either made me paranoid or more attuned to the disapproval I could feel radiating from my older cousin.
Between customers she hovered, watched my every move..., checked the recipe over my shoulder, scowled a great deal, and made an occasional tsking noise with her tongue.
It wasn’t easy, but I tried not to let her bother me. Aunt Grace had always found comfort in the kitchen, and if ever I’d needed comfort and a little peace of mind, I needed them today. Ignoring Bea, I focused on the steps that were becoming familiar again: stirring together sugar and corn syrup, bringing it to a boil, brushing down the sides of the pan when crystals began to form.MoreLess
Trouble was, she felt compelled to keep an eye on me as I worked. Even though I knew that Karen’s anger with me was being fueled, at least in part, by her medical condition, my argument with her had either made me paranoid or more attuned to the disapproval I could feel radiating from my older cousin.
Between customers she hovered, watched my every move..., checked the recipe over my shoulder, scowled a great deal, and made an occasional tsking noise with her tongue.
It wasn’t easy, but I tried not to let her bother me. Aunt Grace had always found comfort in the kitchen, and if ever I’d needed comfort and a little peace of mind, I needed them today. Ignoring Bea, I focused on the steps that were becoming familiar again: stirring together sugar and corn syrup, bringing it to a boil, brushing down the sides of the pan when crystals began to form.MoreLess
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