Sinister Sprinkles Part 3
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"She knows, doesn't she?"
I nodded. "She doesn't want it to ruin the day, though, and I don't blame her. Momma lives for the days when it snows, and I want her to be able to enjoy this."
Grace nodded. "I don't want to upset her either, believe me. Did you honestly think I'm going to risk losing a dinner invitation from your mother? Especially when I can't drive to the nearest restaurant to eat?"
"You wouldn't have to drive," I said. "I'm sure The Boxcar is still open. Knowing Trish, she's making a killing right now feeding the hungry folks of April Springs."
"Thanks, but I'd have to wade through the snow to get there, and these boots are designed more for style than function." She showed off her ankle-high leather boots, and I could see her point. Grace wasn't exactly dressed for the snow we were getting. I felt bad for anyone who didn't have a safe and warm place to sleep tonight.
"You're going to be here anyway. Why don't you stay over tonight?" I suggested.
Grace looked outside at the still-falling snow. "Ordinarily I'd walk home after we eat, but I think I'll take you up on your offer, if you're sure. Since we have some time to kill and your mother clearly doesn't want us anywhere near her kitchen, how about a few games of Scrabble before we eat?"
"You're on. Loser does dishes, okay?"
"Get out your rubber gloves then, because girl, you're going down," Grace said.
I got our Scrabble game and set it up by the living room window where we could watch the snow in one direction, and the fireplace in the other. With the decorated Christmas tree in one corner of the room, it made quite a lovely sight. It was too bad that as we played, I couldn't manage to completely get rid of the sight of Darlene's body lying there on the sidewalk in front of the clock. Who had killed her, and why? Was the a.s.sault meant for her, or Muriel? I was afraid that before too long, I was going to end up investigating the matter myself, regardless of my original intent to stay out of it.
Whether I liked it or not, it appeared that Darlene's death had become a part of my life.
Three hours and several games later, Momma finally said, "Come on, ladies. Dinner is served."
"One second," I said as I played my last letter, making a paltry ME out of one of the few open squares with word possibilities. "I'm out."
"And so am I," Grace said as she played three letters, making TREE. "It's in honor of Christmas," she added.
As I totaled the score, Momma said, "If you two aren't interested in eating, I'll be glad to start without you."
Grace stood and said, "We can figure out who won later. Let's go."
I brought the sheet into the dining room with me, along with a pencil. I wasn't about to let that get out of my sight. We were tied at a game apiece, and the outcome of this one would determine who washed dishes, and who sat by the fire while the other one worked.
When I walked into the dining room, I saw that Momma had outdone herself. The good china was laid out on the table, and it positively overflowed with goodies. Besides the lemon chicken, there was her signature garlic mashed potatoes, her green beans with pearl onions, and some of her homemade cranberry sauce.
"This is almost too pretty to eat," Grace said as she took it all in.
"Take a picture if you'd like to reminisce about it later, but I'm digging in," I said.
My mother shook her head. "Grace, I'd hoped your good manners would rub off on my daughter, but I'm afraid it's never going to happen. I should probably just give up that particular dream."
"That's probably for the best," I said with a smile as I reached for the cranberries. "It puts a lot less pressure on me."
"You know the rules. First we say grace; then we eat," my mother said.
I looked at my friend and said, "Hi, Grace. Now, could you pa.s.s the mashed potatoes?"
"Suzanne," my mother said.
"Sorry." She had worked hard putting on such a fine feast, and I knew that I was being a little too glib about it, but it was so nice having Grace with us.
As my mother gave the blessing, I found myself focusing on her prayer. She was right, we were lucky, and sometimes I took it for granted. I needed to hear her sobering words just as much as she needed to say them.
After she finished, Grace said, "I don't know which is lovelier, your presentation, or your sentiment."
"Thank you, my dear," my mother said, obviously pleased with the praise.
"Me, too," was all I could manage, though I hoped my mother realized her words had struck a chord with me as well.
"Let's eat, shall we?" she said brightly, so we did. Dinner was full of pleasant conversation, and we all avoided the one topic that was surely on everyone's mind. If they were willing to ignore it, then I was, too.
After dinner, Momma asked, "Now, who has room for dessert?"
"I couldn't eat another bite," I said.
"I'm stuffed, too," Grace echoed.
"We've got homemade apple pie with a crumb crust topping," Momma said.
"Maybe I'll have just a sliver," I said.
Grace nodded. "I think I have room for that much myself."
Momma grinned. "Tell you what. Why don't I do the dishes and you two go enjoy the fire. After I'm finished cleaning up, we'll have dessert."
I said, "No, ma'am. We're cleaning up. Or at least one of us is. We played Scrabble for the privilege, and we won't take no for an answer."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Positive," Grace said.
"If you're certain," she said as she started off toward the living room. I knew her favorite part of making meals was the process and the end result, not the cleaning afterwards.
"I thought you'd put up more of a fight than that," I said, smiling.
"Then you thought wrong. Thank you both. Now if you two will excuse me, I believe I'll go enjoy that fire."
After she went into the other room, Grace asked me, "So, who lost? I know you brought the score sheet in with you."
"Let me total it up," I said as I tallied the figures. I added them twice, then laughed out loud.
"What's so funny? Did I lose?"
"Look," I said as I handed her the sheet. We'd ended in a dead tie on the last game, 234 to 234.
Grace smiled. "It looks like we're both cleaning up."
"It surely does. Let's knock these dishes out so we can have some pie."
She looked at me in disbelief. "Suzanne, are you honestly telling me that you're still hungry? I was just kidding before."
I shrugged. "I'm not saying I could eat a sandwich, but I probably have room for a little bit of pie after we finish."
Grace laughed. "Then let's get to work. I'd hate to be the one responsible for making you starve to death."
The cleanup was a breeze having Grace work with me, and we were just about to cut the pie when my cell phone rang with its signature laugh.
I thought about ignoring it, and when I didn't answer immediately, Grace said, "You'd better get it. It might be important."
"That's what I'm afraid of," I said. "I don't want to spoil this evening's light mood."
"It's fine. Besides, it'll drive us both crazy if you don't."
I shrugged, then pulled my cell phone out and said h.e.l.lo. It was George. "I wasn't expecting you to find anything out tonight."
He said, "I thought you should hear it as soon as possible."
"Well, you've got my attention. How did Darlene die?"
"She was stabbed straight through the coat and into the heart."
I felt a s.h.i.+ver go through me. "That sounds horrible," I said. "What a terrible way to die."
"I don't know. I've seen worse," George said.
"I'm sure you have, but I don't want to hear about any of your old cases. Thanks for finding out for me."
"Hang on a second," he said as Grace kept pulling out my arm, no doubt wanting to know how Darlene had died. "I'm not finished."
"Go ahead. I'm listening."
George sighed. "Don't you want to know what the murder weapon was? Come on, Suzanne, it's the next logical question, isn't it?"
"I suppose so," I said. "I just a.s.sumed it was a knife. Wait just a sec," I added as I turned to Grace. "Somebody stabbed Darlene in the heart."
"Oh," she said.
I said to George, "Sorry about that. Now, what were you saying?"
"I was talking about the murder weapon. Have you seen those candy canes around City Hall?"
"The ones hanging in the windows? Yes, I saw them. Trish was in charge of decorating, since she was running the carnival."
"No, not those. I'm talking about the ones stuck in the ground out front where the flower beds are during summer."
"Yes, I saw those, too. Kind of cute, aren't they?"
"I used to think so," George said, "until I heard that one of them was used to stab Darlene in the heart. Now I'm not so sure."
"Tell me you're joking," I said, having a hard time believing him. Who would take an ornamental display and turn it into a murder weapon?
"I don't joke about murder," he said. "It was obviously a crime of opportunity. Anyone could have taken one of those canes and used it to kill Darlene. As cold as it's been, the entire town's wearing gloves, so it's no surprise that there weren't any fingerprints on it."
"I didn't think those candy canes were sharp enough," I said.
"They've got eight-inch steel skewers on the ends so you can drive them into the ground. They're tough enough to penetrate frozen turf, so I can't imagine one having much trouble with Darlene."
"That hardly eliminates any suspects, does it?"
"Anybody at the carnival today had access to those candy canes. Anyway, I just thought you'd want to know. It's still coming down pretty hard out there, isn't it? Do you need anything?"
"No, we're settled in pretty snugly here at the house. Grace is staying with us and we're making it a party."
George asked, "You're not planning to open the donut shop tomorrow, are you?"
"Why wouldn't I?" I said. "My Jeep's got four-wheel-drive, and if I'm not comfortable driving, it's a short walk to the shop if I cut through the park."
"If you can make it through the drifts. You might want to call off work tomorrow. Even if you manage to get there, do you think many folks will be able to come buy your donuts in this weather?"
"I'll worry about tomorrow when it gets here. In the meantime, thanks again for the information."
"You're welcome," he said, and we hung up.
"You'll never believe what the murder weapon was," I said to Grace.
"I'm guessing it was something common like a knife," she answered as she looked out the window at the still falling snow.
I shook my head. "Somebody used a candy cane to kill Darlene."
Grace spun around with a look of incredulity on her face. "How is that possible? They're not that strong, are they?"
"It wasn't a real one made from sugar; it was a display piece with a spike on end from the front of City Hall."
"So anyone could have grabbed it," Grace said. "Even Max."
"My ex-husband has many flaws-I'm not trying to say that he doesn't-but he's not a killer. Besides, he just got to the fair as I was breaking down the display. There's no way he could have killed her."
Grace frowned, and I could tell she wanted to say something. I just wasn't sure I wanted to hear it.
After thirty seconds, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Go ahead," I said. "There's something on your mind. What is it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You want to make a comment. So make it."
She looked reluctant to speak, then finally said, "Fine, if you must know, it's pretty clear to me that Max could have killed her."
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