Murder At Moot Point
“She was down the stairs and down the drive to the street (to the tune of Eenie, Meenie, Miney, and friends) before she paused to look back. He did not follow her. He was probably still searching for his gun. Was it registered? Had it shot Georgette Glick?
Charlie was not accustomed to drinking that much wine without food and certainly not this early in the day. She made it down to the main terrace and was taking deep breaths of what she hoped to be sobering sea air when she nearly ran into the ...bird lady, who carried a large paper bag held out in front of her.
“Here now, are you ill?” Clara Peterson set the bag down on the bottom step of the Community Center as Charlie grabbed the railing, embarrassed at how she must reek of wine.
“I just didn’t see you. Lost in thought, you know. What’s in the bag? It smells wonderful.”
“Cranberry bread fresh from the oven.”
“Cranberry bread, how interesting.” Charlie looked over her shoulder. No Michael. “Well, good to see you again.MoreLess
Charlie was not accustomed to drinking that much wine without food and certainly not this early in the day. She made it down to the main terrace and was taking deep breaths of what she hoped to be sobering sea air when she nearly ran into the ...bird lady, who carried a large paper bag held out in front of her.
“Here now, are you ill?” Clara Peterson set the bag down on the bottom step of the Community Center as Charlie grabbed the railing, embarrassed at how she must reek of wine.
“I just didn’t see you. Lost in thought, you know. What’s in the bag? It smells wonderful.”
“Cranberry bread fresh from the oven.”
“Cranberry bread, how interesting.” Charlie looked over her shoulder. No Michael. “Well, good to see you again.MoreLess
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