Sit for a Spell (The Kitchen Witch, Book 3): (Witch Cozy Mystery series) by Morgana Best Page B

she said. “What’s going on?” She looked from me to Ruprecht and back again.
    “It’s like this,” Ruprecht said, “Camino refuses to leave her room. I don’t know whether she’s sick or has mentally given up because the strain is too much. But whatever the reason, she refuses to leave her room. We really need to know who inherits. One of you two will have to impersonate Camino and go to the will reading. Anyway, I can’t stay here too long; I don’t want to leave Camino on her own. I’m quite worried about her.”
    Thyme and I exchanged glances.
    “Don’t look at me,” I said. “I made a fool of myself at the funeral, creating all those diversions. It’s not fair that you’d ask me to impersonate Camino. Besides, I still think it’s a crazy idea.” I pouted.
    “I’d happily go,” Thyme said.
    I crossed my arms. “There’s a ‘but’ in there, isn’t there?”
    “Yes, sorry, Amelia, there is.” Thyme chuckled. “It really isn’t fair that you have to impersonate Camino, but I’m afraid you’ll have to. Put it this way. One of us has to impersonate Camino and go to that will reading, and the other one has to bake cupcakes.”
    I thought it over. “Well, I suppose I don’t have any choice,” I said forlornly. “But just don’t ask me to do anything else. I’ve gone above and beyond.”
    Ruprecht smiled. “I know it does sound like a silly idea to impersonate Camino, but she really does need to be present at that will reading. We have to know whether she inherits anything.”
    “But surely her own lawyer will tell her later anyway,” I said.
    Ruprecht shook his head. “He wouldn’t know what Barbara or anyone else inherited. Not only do we need to know what Barbara inherited, but we also need to know if there is anyone else there who inherits, so we can add them to our suspects list,” he said. “We need to find out the major beneficiary of the will, and the sooner we find out, the better. But now we have one more problem, Amelia. We have to make you look and sound like Camino.”
    “I can’t even see how it’s going to be possible,” Thyme said. I shared her opinion, but I was still sulking about having to impersonate Camino the very day after embarrassing myself at a funeral.
    “I’ve already thought it through,” Ruprecht said. “We will get one of Camino’s dresses, and Amelia can wear padding under it. She can wear a hat and a veil and say she’s in mourning. She can say she has a terrible cold and has laryngitis. Well, perhaps laryngitis is going too far. Just say you have a very bad cold, Amelia, and clutch a bunch of tissues to your face.”
    I clutched my head. “Has the whole world gone mad?” I exclaimed. “Can you guys hear yourself talk?” I normally wouldn’t have spoken to Ruprecht in that way, but the whole idea was absurd. “And is it even legal? I don’t want to get thrown into the watch house too, especially given that it doesn’t have coffee or even snacks between meals.”
    “Don’t worry yourself about the intricacies of it, Amelia,” Ruprecht said. “If you are discovered, then Camino can state that she sent you as her appointee.”
    But that won’t explain why I was impersonating her , I thought, but I kept my mouth shut. I knew a lost cause when I encountered one.
    Thyme pulled a face. “Quite honestly, Amelia, I would seriously do it, but there’s a lot of baking to be done today. So it’s either you bake and end up with burned cakes, or you impersonate Camino.”
    “Yes, I know; I have no choice in the matter,” I said grumpily.
    And so, in less than half an hour, I found myself in Camino’s house with Mint. She held up a black billowing dress. “Here, put on this dress.”
    “Are you kidding?” I said. “It’s hideous.”
    “Well, it’s not as if you’re going on a date,” Mint said with a chuckle. “You need to get into character. Just pretend you’re acting. You have to impersonate Camino.”
    I groaned, feeling