Death Comes to Dogwood Manor. Sandra Bretting

      “But I couldn’t possibly leave the shop right now.”

      “Yes, you could.” Beatrice nodded earnestly. “I can watch things while you’re gone. Nothing is gonna change in the next half hour.”

      “See. It’s unanimous.” Ambrose gently pulled me up from the stool. “And I won’t take no for an answer, so you might as well give in now.”

      I sighed as I rose. “Fine. I can’t fight both of you. But let’s get it to go so I don’t spend too much time away.”

      “Deal,” he said. “We’ll visit Miss Odilia’s and order some of her fried chicken.” Little by little, he’d inched us closer to the door. “Like the lady said…what can happen in the next half hour?”