have biscuits.â
âNot this morning,â Judith replied. âTomorrow, perhaps. The weatherâs too warm to turn on the oven.â
The husband gripped the back of the oak captainâs chair that had always been reserved for Grandpa Grover. âWarm? You donât know what âwarmâ is. If you lived in Iowa, youâd be wearing a couple of sweaters in this kind of so-called âwarm.â Hellâs bells, try working out in the cornfields in August to make danged sure that every ear on every stalk is getting enough danged fertilizer to produce every danged kernel without any danged gaps. Then, if itâs still hotâ danged hotâin mid-September, thatâs when we start the harvest. Now, that can be danged miserable!â
âNo doubt,â Judith said. âExcuse me. I have to check the sausages.â
âTomato juice for me,â the wife called after Judith. âGrapefruit gives me sour stomach.â
The Iowans were souring Judithâs disposition. Back in the kitchen, she brought up the coupleâs reservations to memorize their last name: It was Griggs. It should, she thought, have been Gripes.
Judith was removing the bacon from the skillet when she heard the foursome from Bakersfield enter the dining room. They were exchanging pleasantriesâor trying toâwith the Griggses. By the time Judith had brought out the rest of the buffet items, the young Bostonians arrived at the table. The only parties not yet up and about were the newlyweds and, more ominously, Marva Lou and Frankie Buss.
Just before nine, Joe came downstairs, dressed for the day but still in an edgy mood.
âI donât suppose,â Judith said drily as she dished up scrambled eggs, sausage, and pancakes for both of them, âyouâd care to let me know whatâs going on at Herselfâs house?â
Joe had refilled his coffee mug and took a big drink before answering. âAccording to what was found in his wallet, the vic was Charles Brooks, sixty-eight, from Henderson, Nevada. No emergency contact information on him, but there was an address and a phone number in the 702 area code.â
Judith sat down across from Joe. âHe really was murdered?â
âHe was strangled.â Joe popped a bite of sausage in his mouth.
âYou mean hanged?â
Joe shook his head and finished chewing. âDespite Vivianâs description of how she found the guy, he wasnât hanged. There was a long rope around his neck. The end of it had been tossed over a low-lying limb of the cherry tree, and the vic was propped up against the trunk. I suppose that in the dark it might have looked to Vivian as if heâd been hanged.â
âEspecially,â Judith added wryly, âif she was crocked.â
âBack off,â Joe retorted. âUnlike you, Vivian isnât used to stumbling over corpses. Sheâs damned upset.â
Judith put her fork down and folded her arms across her chest. âYou think I find bodies on purpose. Okay, so the discovery disturbed Vivian. I understand. Iâll try to stop making cracks about her. But remember, Iâm the one who worried about her return causing trouble. You canât say you werenât warned.â
Joe didnât reply. Only a flicker of his green eyes indicated that heâd acknowledged his wifeâs words.
Judith waited a couple of minutes before she spoke. âNobody knows this guy?â
Joe shook his head again. âHe wasnât on their guest list. Vivian and Billy didnât recognize him. Neither did the assistant, Adelita. She wasnât there last night and only got back this morning just before I left.â
âWhy wasnât she at the party?â
âI gather she had some relatives in town and stayed with them at their motel,â Joe said. âOh, donât worry,â he went on in a caustic tone, âthe cops will check her
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