Apple Turnover Murder Part 7

"Is something the matter?" Mich.e.l.le asked.

"Why?"

"Because you're staring at me."

"I'm just envious."

"Of me?" Mich.e.l.le looked shocked.

"Yes. It's only a few minutes past four-thirty in the morning and you went to bed the same time I did. I'm still dragging around, barely awake, and you're dressed with your hair done. Not only that, you've already cooked breakfast, and you look stunning. If you weren't my baby sister and I didn't love you so much, I'd probably hate you."

The day was busy, as all days at The Cookie Jar were, and Hannah was relieved when they locked the front door at five in the evening. No sooner had they thrown the lock when there was a knock at the back door, and Marge, Jack, Patsy, Herb, and Dillon came in. While they set up at the workstation in the kitchen, Hannah arranged the BLTs she'd made on a platter and carried them to the coffee shop. Then she called everyone in to eat, including Dillon who stretched out on the floor between Herb and Lisa and munched on the extra bacon that Hannah had made for him.

Once they'd finished eating, they went back to the kitchen to make turnovers. They'd worked steadily for what seemed like at least an hour when the phone rang. Lisa hurried to answer it and after listening to the caller for a moment, she motioned to Hannah. "It's for you," Lisa told her, holding out the receiver.

"Coming." Hannah dried her hands on a towel and glanced at the clock. The apple turnover a.s.sembly line had been working longer than she'd thought, because it was almost seven in the evening.

"I'll be right back," Hannah told Jack and Herb, who were operating the apple peeler to core, peel, and slice the apples, while she'd cut the apple slices into smaller pieces. Patsy was next in line, and she was mixing the apples with flour, sugar, and spices. When Patsy was through, she handed the bowl to her twin sister, Marge, who had rolled out puff pastry dough and cut it into squares. Marge spooned on the filling, folded the dough, sealed the edges with a fork, and then pa.s.sed the cookie sheet to Lisa, who was responsible for brus.h.i.+ng the tops with egg wash, cutting slits to let out the steam, and then ferrying the cookie sheets to the oven.

"Who is it?" Hannah asked Lisa, wondering who could be calling her at The Cookie Jar this late.

"I think it's Andrea," Lisa told her, covering the mouthpiece with her hand. "It's hard to tell, because whoever it is sounds really upset."

Uh-oh! Hannah's mind shouted a warning. Bill took the job in Florida! But thinking that way was borrowing trouble, something she tried very hard not to do, and she forced herself to think positively as she took the phone.

"h.e.l.lo?" she said.

"Hannah! I...I tried you at home and you didn't answer, and I'm so glad I caught you at The Cookie Jar!"

Lisa was right. It was Andrea and she sounded on the verge of panic. "We're staying late baking apple turnovers," Hannah explained. "Is there something wrong?"

"Yes! Tachyon offered Bill more incentives and I think he's beginning to waver, Tracey needs a homemade snack for her bus trip to Alexandria tomorrow, and Grandma McCann is at a baby shower for a friend's daughter so I can't ask her for help. I'm stressed, Hannah. I'm really stressed!"

"I know you're stressed. I can hear it in your voice. Try to calm down, Andrea. I'm sure we can work everything out."

"Can you come over? Bill's working late, and Bethie's got a runny nose, and I can't find the listings I wrote up for the Journal yesterday, and...and I just can't cope anymore!"

That was unusual. Andrea could usually cope with anything...with the exception of cooking, of course. Andrea was the worst cook in all of Minnesota's eighty-seven counties.

"Will you come over, Hannah? Please?"

There was a desperate note in Andrea's voice that Hannah had never heard before. "Just hold on. I'll be there just as soon as we get our apple turnover count for the night," she promised.

"Go now," Lisa said, and everyone else nodded in agreement. "We can finish up here without you."

"But that's not really fair. I could..."

"Go," Marge said, and it was a command. "There's nothing more important than family. We've got the turnovers under control."

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Hannah said to her sister. "Tell me what kind of snack Tracey needs and I'll bring some ingredients with me."

"Anything she can eat on the bus without making too much of a mess. And she has to bring enough for two. The kids are going to team up in pairs, eat one snack on the way there and eat the other on the way back home."

Hannah thought fast. Sally made a snack at the Lake Eden Inn she called Imperial Cereal. She sent it along in the box lunches she packed when her guests went for walks around the lake. "How about some of Sally's Imperial Cereal?" she asked.

"That would be perfect. But do you have time to run all the way out to the Lake Eden Inn?"

"I don't have to run all the way out there. Sally gave me the recipe and I've got it in my book. Hold on a second." Hannah hurried to the book of recipes in sheet protectors that she kept in a three-ring notebook. She located Sally's snack and ran through the list of ingredients. "What kind of cereal do you have in the house?"

"I've got Multigrain Cheerios. They're Bill's favorites. And I picked up a box of Rice Chex for Bethie. She likes the way they crunch."

"Those will do just fine. How about frozen orange juice?"

"I've got some. I just made up a whole quart and it's in the refrigerator."

"I need some that's still frozen. You have extra, don't you?"

"There's another two cans in the freezer. Is that enough?"

"More than enough. All I need is a quarter cup. How about brown sugar?"

"Yes, but it's got big lumps. You'll have to pick them out before you can use it."

Hannah was surprised that Andrea knew about the lumps in her brown sugar. As far as she knew, Andrea didn't sprinkle it on anything and she certainly wouldn't have tried to use it in baking. "Did Grandma McCann tell you it had lumps?" she asked, latching on to the most likely scenario.

"No, Bill did. He complained about it yesterday morning when he tried to sprinkle it on his instant oatmeal. He asked me to buy fresh at the store, but I haven't done my shopping yet."

"Why don't you just keep mola.s.ses on hand? Then you could mix up your own brown sugar with white sugar and mola.s.ses."

"But then I'd have to mix it up every time Bill wanted it. It's easier to just keep brown sugar in the house."

"Whatever," Hannah said, restraining the urge to laugh. "How about your b.u.t.ter?"

"b.u.t.ter doesn't get lumps!"

"I know that. I was just asking if you had some."

"We've got tons of b.u.t.ter. Grandma McCann won't let us buy anything else. She says b.u.t.ter is better for us than those artificial subst.i.tutes that don't taste like b.u.t.ter anyway."

"She's probably right. How about slivered almonds?"

"No, I don't have any of those."

"Then I'll bring them. Your oven works, doesn't it?"

"It did last night. Grandma McCann made a hamburger hotdish for dinner."

"Good. When you hang up, put on the coffee pot. I'll see you in about fifteen minutes."

"Hannah?"

The receiver was only inches from the cradle when Hannah heard her sister's far-away voice calling her. She stopped her forward motion and brought the receiver back up to her ear. "I'm here."

"I forgot to thank you. It's really nice of you to drop everything and come over here, just because I need you. You're the best big sister in the whole world."

"My program's over," Tracey announced, racing into the kitchen. "Hi, Aunt Hannah. I didn't know you were here!"

"Your mom said you were watching something for summer school, and I didn't want to interrupt you."

"It was a KCOW-TV special, and Mrs. Chambers wanted us to see it tonight. It was all about the Kensington Runestone, and we're going on the bus to see it tomorrow."

"What did you learn from the special?" Andrea asked, and Hannah could have applauded. Asking Tracey to talk about what she'd just seen would help to fix the details in her mind.

"They said the Kensington Runestone used to be out in the open, but it was moved to the Runestone Museum in nineteen fifty-eight."

"And you're going to the Runestone Museum?" Hannah asked.

"Oh, yes. Part of the program was about the museum and they've got lots of things to see. There's a Minnesota wildlife exhibit, and a place where you can learn about early pioneer life, and a hands-on children's exhibit. At least that's what they said. I don't think so, though."

"You don't think so about what?" Andrea asked her daughter.

"The hands-on children's exhibit. It never is, you know. The minute you start to touch things, somebody comes over and says to just look not touch, and to stay behind the ropes."

"So you're going to spend most of your time at the museum?" Hannah asked.

"Mrs. Chambers said we'll be there for about an hour. That'll give us time to see the log cabins, the one-room school, the doctor's office, and all the Indian stuff. And we're going to have fifteen minute to buy something in the museum gift shop." Tracey stopped speaking and turned to her mother. "Can I tell Aunt Hannah a secret?"

"Sure," Andrea gave her permission. "I'll just run up and check on Bethie."

Tracey waited until her mother was gone and then she stepped closer, almost as if she were afraid her mother was listening outside the kitchen door. "I'm going to buy Mom a Kensington Runestone coffee mug with the money Daddy gave me."

Hannah reached in her pocket and drew out some bills. She was sure the money Bill had given Tracey was for her to buy something for herself. Instead Tracey was spending it on Andrea, and that kind of generosity deserved to be rewarded.

"Here, Tracey," she said handing her the bills. "I want you to buy something for yourself."

A grin spread over Tracey's face. "Thanks, Aunt Hannah! I'm going to get a Viking helmet."

"A purple one with white horns?"

"No, Aunt Hannah!" Tracey giggled, and Hannah knew that she was delighted. "I'm going to buy a real Viking helmet, the kind they used in the thirteen hundreds to plunder and pillage. Big Ole wears one."

"Who's Big Ole?" Hannah asked, although she knew the answer.

"He's a twenty-eight foot high statue of a Viking."

Hannah put on her most innocent expression. "I didn't know they had statues of football players in Alexandria."

"No! He's a real Viking. They named the football team after the real ones, not the other way around."

"Right," Hannah said, smiling.

"Anyway...after we leave the Runestone Museum, we get back on the bus and go to Kensington Park. That's where Olaf Ohman's farm used to be. And that's where he found the Kensington Runestone in eighteen ninety-eight." Tracey took a step closer and lowered her voice. "They think it's a fake, but Mom doesn't know. And the scientists haven't made up their minds yet for sure, so I'm not going to tell her until they do."

"That seems wise."

There was the sound of footfalls coming down the hallway. A moment later, Andrea walked into the kitchen. "She's sleeping like an angel," she reported, and then she turned to Hannah. "I still don't know how you did it. She was so fussy with that runny nose. But somehow you managed to put her right to sleep."

"Mom?" Tracey spoke up. "It's not bedtime for me yet. Can I sit here and watch while you and Aunt Hannah make what I'm taking on the bus for a snack?"

"No," Hannah said before Andrea could answer, and she laughed as both Andrea and Tracey stared at her in surprise. "You can't sit here and watch, Tracey. I want you to help us make it."

"You want me to help?" Tracey looked thrilled at the prospect.

"Absolutely. You can start by spraying that disposable roaster on the counter with Pam."

Tracey frowned. "All we have is the other stuff. Mrs. Evans was out of Pam when Grandma McCann took us to the Red Owl."

"That's okay. Any nonstick cooking spray will do."

Tracey went to the cupboard next to the stovetop and took down a can of spray. She carried it to the counter and sprayed the inside of the disposable roaster that Hannah had brought with her.

"Is this going to get heavy?" Tracey asked, returning the spray to the cupboard.

"Not too heavy, but it still might be a good idea to support the bottom by setting it on a cookie sheet." She turned to Andrea. "Do you have an old cookie sheet we can use?"

"I think so," Andrea said, but she didn't make a move to find one. Hannah got the feeling that her younger sister wasn't really sure where any cooking utensils or supplies were kept in her own kitchen.

"I'll get it," Tracey said, walking over to the oven and pulling out the drawer under it to reveal a stack of cookie sheets. "Do you want me to preheat the oven while I'm here?"

"Good idea. Set it for three hundred degrees," Hannah told her. "And once you slip the cookie sheet under the roaster, I want you to go wash your hands. It's summer cold season, so make sure you soap them for at least twenty seconds."

"Twenty seconds," Tracey repeated. "I know how to tell when twenty seconds are up without using a clock."

"You do?" Andrea sounded surprised at that revelation.

"Grandma McCann taught me. All you have to do is say, one hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred three, all the way up to one hundred twenty. It takes twenty seconds to say it that way."

"There's another way to do it, too," Hannah told her. "Janice c.o.x told me what she does down at Kiddie Korner. Some of her kids can't count as far as twenty, so she tells them to sing Happy Birthday all the way through twice."

"I'll have to tell Karen about that," Tracey said, naming her best friend. She washed her hands, mouthing the words to the birthday song, and then turned back to Hannah. "What next, Aunt Hannah?"

"Get out a one-cup measure, and put nine cups of cereal in the roaster. You can use some from each box."

Hannah and Andrea watched as Tracey carefully measured out the cereal. When she'd transferred nine cups to the roaster, she stepped back and turned to Hannah. "I'm ready for my next a.s.signment."

"I want you to measure out one cup of slivered almonds. They're the nuts in that plastic bag on the counter. I think there's one cup in the bag, but you'd better check to make sure."

Tracey carefully measured out the almonds. "There's just a little over one cup, Aunt Hannah. Shall I put them all in the roaster?"