money.â And then switching tacks, I asked, âWhat can you tell me about the ladies from the Church of the Covenant of Saint Dismas?â
âWell, they call it the Church of the Covered Dish due to all the potluck suppers they have.â Jill smiled, and I laughed out loud.
âI love it!â
âTheyâre fruitcakes.â She took a bite out of her omelet. âTo think that they would accuse Priscilla of stealing from their amateur cookbook, which they typed onan old relic on someoneâs kitchen table ages ago, is just crazy. How would Priscilla even get a copy to steal anything from?â
I shrugged. âWell, she used to live in Sandy Harbor, and those types of cookbooks for charity do get around. Maybe Priscilla bought one, or maybe someone from the New York area sent it to her as a gift. Maybe she found it in a used bookstore out in California. Who knows?â
Jill took a sip of water. âShe did love collecting cookbooks from all over. When she ran out of room, she had me send boxes of them to the Sandy Harbor Library.â
Jill tapped on the table with a manicured nail. âAnd be assured, Trixie, that as long as Iâm still taking care of Priscillaâs finances, I will see to it that the donations continue. I imagine now that sheâs deceased, the Sandy Harbor Library can have her entire collection just as soon as the library is repaired.â
âReally?â
âReally. Not only did Cilla want to come here to lend her name to the contest, but she also wanted to contribute money to the library personally.â
âThatâs incredibly nice of her,â I said. âI mean, w
as
nice of her. And totally out of character, if you know what I mean.â
âI do know what you mean, Trixie. Sometimes Priscilla was hard to take. She had . . . uh . . . some personality quirks.â
âShe sure did,â I said. âBut getting back to thechurch ladies, they were awfully mad, particularly Dottie and Marylou. They showed their cookbook to Priscilla at the contest and they complained that it was taken mostly word for word. Copied, in fact. The whole thing.â
âI havenât compared the two, but Priscilla wouldnât plagiarize. She was a cooking and baking icon.â
âAre you sure, Jill?â I asked, holding my breath for the answer. If Jill Marley was Priscillaâs assistant, she might know the answer to that.
Jill shifted in the booth and didnât meet my gaze. âCould I have some coffee, please? Iâm just dying for a cup of coffee.â
I waved at Nancy and mouthed the word âcoffee,â pointing to Jill. Nancy hustled over.
I decided that I wanted to compare the two cookbooks for myself and find out just how mad Marylou and Dottie were atPriscilla.
Chapter 8
N ancy shook her head. âTrixie, you barely ate any of your meatball sub. Let me get you another one, a fresher one.â
âBox it to go, please, Nancy. As long as everything is running smoothly here, I think maybe Iâll take another nap.â
âIâll take care of that sub, boss, and give it some legs. Take it home and relax,â Nancy said, then turned to Jill. âJill, can I get you a fruit hand pie? Theyâre divine. We have apple, cherry, and peach.â
Mmm. Peach was my favorite . . . well, one of them.
As if sheâd read my mind, Nancy looked at me with a smile and said, âDonât worry, Trixie. Iâll get you a peach hand pie with some legs, along with the sub.â
âThanks, Nan,â I said.
âJill, can I tempt you, too?â Nancy said, pen poised above her pad.
âI should watch my waistline, but what the heck? Iâll have a cherry hand pie to go also,â Jill said.
We both got up. When Jill reached for her purse to pay, I shook my head. âItâs on the house, Jill. My treat.â
âThank you, Trixie. See you tomorrow for
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