Free Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder by Joanne Fluke

why you call it Carb Tuesday!”
    â€œYou haven’t heard the rest of it. We also had a side dish of fried bananas and nut cake with chocolate frosting for dessert. Mother had ice cream on top of hers.”
    â€œYour mother sounds like a sugar junkie. Does she ever eat it right out of the bag?”
    â€œI wouldn’t be surprised.” Hannah laughed. “I know she has a stash of fudge brownies in her freezer and a whole drawer filled with one-pound chocolate bars. I guess I should be grateful that she invited Carrie Rhodes and her son to join us for dinner. Norman’s a dentist.”
    Luanne gave her a shrewd look. “I heard that Norman moved here when his father died. Is your mother trying to fix you up with him?”
    â€œOf course she is. You know Delores. She’s desperate to marry me off and she’s leaving no single, divorced, or widowed stone unturned.”
    â€œAnd you don’t want to get married?”
    â€œI’m just fine the way I am. It would take the combined efforts of Harrison Ford and Sean Connery to change my mind.”
    â€œMe too,” Luanne said. “I’m really glad that lipstick isn’t for you, Hannah. I’d hate to miss out on a sale, but I’d already decided that I couldn’t let you walk out of here wearing a color that’s wrong for you. With that pretty red hair of yours, you need to choose from an earthier palette.”
    â€œBut you do have a lipstick in this shade?”
    â€œSure, I do. And your mother’s right. I’m the only one in Lake Eden who carries it. It’s called ‘Pink Passion’ and I stock it for a lady in town.”
    â€œThat’s great, Luanne. This is going to win me points with my mother.” Hannah was proud of herself. She knew where the lipstick had come from. Now all she had to do was get Luanne to tell her the name of the woman who wore it. “Tell me about the other woman who wears it. Mother gets upset if someone she meets is wearing the same hat or the same dress. She probably feels the same way about lipstick.”
    â€œOh, that’s no problem. I don’t think your mother and Danielle belong to any of the same groups.”
    Hannah zeroed in on the name. The only Danielle she knew was married to Boyd Watson, the winningest coach Jordan High had ever had. “Are you talking about Coach Watson’s wife?”
    â€œThat’s right. I just about died the first time she ordered it, but it actually looks good on her. You’ve got to be a natural light blond to wear it. And Danielle’s hair is so blond, it’s almost white.”
    â€œAre you sure that Danielle Watson is the only woman in town who wears Pink Passion?”
    â€œI’m positive. No one else orders it from me and I’m the only Pretty Girl distributor around.”
    â€œThanks, Luanne.” Hannah was grateful, more grateful than Luanne knew. “If you’ve got a tube of Pink Passion, I’ll take it.”
    â€œI’ve got it. Just sit tight and I’ll pull it out of my stock. And while we’re at it, I’ll give you a makeover. Let’s see how attractive you’ll look with the right foundation, a nice shade of eye shadow, and the perfect color lipstick.”
    â€œOkay,” Hannah agreed. It would be rude to refuse and she could ask more questions about Danielle while Luanne played beautician. “Does Danielle order a lot of makeup from you?”
    Luanne pulled out a huge sample case and set it on a table next to the dresser. It was much larger than a briefcase and it opened on both sides to expose several tiers. The top tier contained miniature sample tubes of lipstick, the second had small jars of foundation and blusher, and the third was filled with various shades of eye shadow, eyeliner and mascara. Jars of nail polish were arranged in the bottom and there was a lift-out tray with brushes, cotton swabs, and