Here Comes Trouble
“No need to create more gossip for Stella to live down. He opened his rental car door and carefully placed the box of pies on the back seat.
He climbed the steps to his house, then slid the house key his mom had given him into the lock.
Strange, it didn't meet any resistance. Pushing the door open, his gaze met a gaggle of gossips.
TROUBLE, every last one of 'em, were sitting in the front room with expressions much like Tramp's after he'd gotten into Stella's pies.
Quin gulped. So much for comin...g in secretly.
They had probably gathered to make an early start for the fairgrounds. Interestingly, they were all dressed head to toe in identical black shirts and slacks. "Good morning, ladies. Why all the black?
Are you going to a funeral?" "We're dressed in costumes for the fair. How are you this morning?" "Just fine." If he didn't know them better, he'd think they'd been out skulking around in the dark, peeping in windows and hunting for gossip.
"Good morning, Quinlan," said his mother with a wry smile on her face.MoreLess
He climbed the steps to his house, then slid the house key his mom had given him into the lock.
Strange, it didn't meet any resistance. Pushing the door open, his gaze met a gaggle of gossips.
TROUBLE, every last one of 'em, were sitting in the front room with expressions much like Tramp's after he'd gotten into Stella's pies.
Quin gulped. So much for comin...g in secretly.
They had probably gathered to make an early start for the fairgrounds. Interestingly, they were all dressed head to toe in identical black shirts and slacks. "Good morning, ladies. Why all the black?
Are you going to a funeral?" "We're dressed in costumes for the fair. How are you this morning?" "Just fine." If he didn't know them better, he'd think they'd been out skulking around in the dark, peeping in windows and hunting for gossip.
"Good morning, Quinlan," said his mother with a wry smile on her face.MoreLess
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