you're ready.”
As Amanda's shift came to an end she learned a lot about how much everyone loved Deb's cooking and Mr. Watt's gout, but nothing about the murder. Wendy and Deb were fun to work with constantly joking and introducing her to all the customers.
“Closing time!” Debbie called from the window that separated the kitchen from the dinning area.
Wendy turned the sign from open to closed. “I'm beat.”
“Me too.” Amanda chimed in as she gathered up the dirty dishes from table five.
“How about some pie.” Debbie called from the kitchen.
“Absolutely!” Wendy answered for them both. Perched on a stool at the counter.
“Here we go...” Sitting the plates in front of the girls. “That's the last of the coffee.” Pouring three cups before returning the pot and turning off the machine.
Taking a bite of hot apple pie Amanda sighed. “Heavenly.”
“Deb makes the best apple pie around.” Wendy smiled as she took a bite.
“Oh Amanda, could you drop these off at Connie's house.” Deb slid two boxes of apple pies toward her.
“Of course, just give me directions to her house.” She agreed taking a sip of coffee.
“It's on your way home.” She announced with a wave of her hand.
“Why did she order two pies?” Wendy asked.
“She's going to see her nephew tomorrow and she wanted to take some with her.” Deb answered.
Amanda decided now was a good time to fish for information. “I was surprised to see Adam Hardy here today.”
“It's truly a shame about poor Cassie.” Debbie said shaking her head. “If you ask me, I think she innocent.”
“Me too!” Wendy and Amanda agreed simultaneously.
“Good to know we all agree.” Deb laughed.
“Then who?” Amanda pushed for information. “Who do you think did it.”
Wendy shrugged her shoulders. “Don't know.”
“She did have a way of rubbing people the wrong way.” Amanda suggested listening intently.
“But being rude doesn't make people want to kill you, does it?” Wendy chuckled, “If so, you would want to kill Molly after what she said earlier.”
“I can safely say. That will not happen.” Amanda giggled. “I have thick skin.”
Amanda knocked on the door of a quaint white house at the end of the Elm Street. Carefully balancing the two pies in one hand as she reached to knock again when the door popped open. Connie stood there her eyes red rimmed from crying. “What are you doing here?”
“Pie,” Amanda stammered holding them up for her to see. “You ordered pies from Deb's she asked me to deliver them on my way home.”
“Come in I'll give you some money.” Stepping back into the house.
Amanda followed and said. “Deb said just to pay her when you get back from your nephews.”
“What? Oh yes, I'll pay her when I get back.” Taking the pies from her and sitting them on the coffee table.
“Connie are you all right?” Amanda asked quietly.
“Yes.....No....I will be after all this murder business is over.” She sighed. “I hear what everyone's been saying.” She let out an unladylike snort.
“Is someone accusing you?” Amanda asked hanging on her every word.
“Molly Mason that's who. When everyone knows she has her own motive.” She sniffed.
“That's just idol gossip. I wouldn't worry about that.” Amanda said trying to comfort her.
“You're new around here.” Connie sighed plopping down on the couch looking very defeated. “People talk.....”
“About what?” Amanda urged.
“You'll find out soon enough.” She sighed. “I worked for the Hardy's for fifteen years as their accountant. When about a year ago the accounts weren't adding up. Money was missing from the business. I told Florence about it and she accused me of stealing and fired me.” Connie sniffed and blew her nose then whined. “If I was stealing money why on earth would I draw attention to it.”
“Who do you think took the money?” Amanda inquired
As Amanda's shift came to an end she learned a lot about how much everyone loved Deb's cooking and Mr. Watt's gout, but nothing about the murder. Wendy and Deb were fun to work with constantly joking and introducing her to all the customers.
“Closing time!” Debbie called from the window that separated the kitchen from the dinning area.
Wendy turned the sign from open to closed. “I'm beat.”
“Me too.” Amanda chimed in as she gathered up the dirty dishes from table five.
“How about some pie.” Debbie called from the kitchen.
“Absolutely!” Wendy answered for them both. Perched on a stool at the counter.
“Here we go...” Sitting the plates in front of the girls. “That's the last of the coffee.” Pouring three cups before returning the pot and turning off the machine.
Taking a bite of hot apple pie Amanda sighed. “Heavenly.”
“Deb makes the best apple pie around.” Wendy smiled as she took a bite.
“Oh Amanda, could you drop these off at Connie's house.” Deb slid two boxes of apple pies toward her.
“Of course, just give me directions to her house.” She agreed taking a sip of coffee.
“It's on your way home.” She announced with a wave of her hand.
“Why did she order two pies?” Wendy asked.
“She's going to see her nephew tomorrow and she wanted to take some with her.” Deb answered.
Amanda decided now was a good time to fish for information. “I was surprised to see Adam Hardy here today.”
“It's truly a shame about poor Cassie.” Debbie said shaking her head. “If you ask me, I think she innocent.”
“Me too!” Wendy and Amanda agreed simultaneously.
“Good to know we all agree.” Deb laughed.
“Then who?” Amanda pushed for information. “Who do you think did it.”
Wendy shrugged her shoulders. “Don't know.”
“She did have a way of rubbing people the wrong way.” Amanda suggested listening intently.
“But being rude doesn't make people want to kill you, does it?” Wendy chuckled, “If so, you would want to kill Molly after what she said earlier.”
“I can safely say. That will not happen.” Amanda giggled. “I have thick skin.”
Amanda knocked on the door of a quaint white house at the end of the Elm Street. Carefully balancing the two pies in one hand as she reached to knock again when the door popped open. Connie stood there her eyes red rimmed from crying. “What are you doing here?”
“Pie,” Amanda stammered holding them up for her to see. “You ordered pies from Deb's she asked me to deliver them on my way home.”
“Come in I'll give you some money.” Stepping back into the house.
Amanda followed and said. “Deb said just to pay her when you get back from your nephews.”
“What? Oh yes, I'll pay her when I get back.” Taking the pies from her and sitting them on the coffee table.
“Connie are you all right?” Amanda asked quietly.
“Yes.....No....I will be after all this murder business is over.” She sighed. “I hear what everyone's been saying.” She let out an unladylike snort.
“Is someone accusing you?” Amanda asked hanging on her every word.
“Molly Mason that's who. When everyone knows she has her own motive.” She sniffed.
“That's just idol gossip. I wouldn't worry about that.” Amanda said trying to comfort her.
“You're new around here.” Connie sighed plopping down on the couch looking very defeated. “People talk.....”
“About what?” Amanda urged.
“You'll find out soon enough.” She sighed. “I worked for the Hardy's for fifteen years as their accountant. When about a year ago the accounts weren't adding up. Money was missing from the business. I told Florence about it and she accused me of stealing and fired me.” Connie sniffed and blew her nose then whined. “If I was stealing money why on earth would I draw attention to it.”
“Who do you think took the money?” Amanda inquired
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