Free Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder by Joanne Fluke Page B

financial shape and she’d also inherited from her parents. There was no way that Delores could run out of money, even if she resorted to costly tummy tucks and face-lifts.
    Hannah sighed as made her way through the crowd. With the exception of her hair color, Andrea resembled Delores. And Michelle was another petite beauty. Both of her younger sisters had inherited their mother’s beauty genes. Hannah was the only one in the family to take after her father. She was cursed with his curly, unmanageable red hair and she was at least four inches taller than her sisters. When strangers saw Delores with her daughters, they assumed that Hannah was adopted.
    Delores was laughing at something that one of her friends had said. Hannah waited until the group of ladies had disbanded and then she walked over to tap Delores on the shoulder. “Hi, Mother.”
    â€œHannah?” Delores turned to face her. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened in a round O of shock, and she dropped her purse to grab Hannah’s hand.
    â€œWhat is it?” Hannah began to frown.
    â€œI don’t believe it, Hannah! You’re actually wearing makeup!”
    Hannah was puzzled by her mother’s reaction. She’d decided to wear the results of Luanne’s makeover to the fundraiser, but if she’d known that Delores would react with such gaping-mouthed astonishment, she would have stopped at The Cookie Jar and washed her face. “You don’t like it?”
    â€œIt’s such a change. I don’t know what to say.”
    â€œI can see that.” Hannah bent over to pick up her mother’s purse. “I guess I should have washed it off before I got here.”
    â€œNo! It actually looks good. You surprise me, Hannah. I had no idea you even knew what eyeliner was.”
    â€œI must have hidden depths.” Hannah grinned at her mother. “Tell me the truth, Mother. Do you really think it’s an improvement?”
    â€œIt certainly is! Now, if I could only convince you to dress better, you might actually…” Delores stopped speaking and her eyes narrowed. “I know you hate makeup and there’s only one reason you’d go to all this trouble. Tell me, dear. Did you do this for Norman Rhodes?”
    â€œNorman had nothing to do with it. I drove out to see Luanne Hanks and while I was there, she gave me a makeover.”
    â€œOh.” Delores looked disappointed. “Well, I think it looks very nice on you. If you’d put on makeup and get all dressed up more often, it might make a real difference in your life.”
    Hannah shrugged and decided to change the subject before her mother went into one of her lectures. “Have you seen Andrea? I really need to talk to her.”
    â€œShe’s here somewhere. I saw her over by the refreshment table a few minutes ago.”
    â€œI’d better go and find her.” Hannah prepared to make her escape. “See you later, Mother.”
    Hannah searched the crowd, but she didn’t see Andrea. She decided she’d look for her sister later and headed off toward the refreshment table, which was set up on the side of the room. She was shirking her duties and Lisa would probably be eager to get home to her father.
    â€œHi, Hannah. “Lisa smiled as Hannah came up to the table. “Everyone loves your cookies. Mrs. Beeseman’s been back four times.”
    â€œThat figures. She loves anything with chocolate. You’ve done a wonderful job, Lisa. If you want to leave now, I can take over.”
    â€œI don’t have to leave, Hannah. My neighbor said he’d sit with Dad until I got home. Besides, I’m really having fun.”
    Hannah had trouble believing what she’d heard. “You think serving coffee and cookies at a political fundraiser is fun ?
    â€œIt’s great. Everybody’s coming over to talk to me and they’re really friendly. Go ahead and circulate, Hannah. You might be able