Free The Librarian's Last Chapter by Cynthia Hickey Page B

Veronica said. “We can have them made in any color you choose.”
    They decided on simple
off-the-shoulder gowns that fell to the knees with a sash in a slightly darker
shade than the dress. I was getting my wish, simple but elegant. Nothing too frilly. Even Mom didn’t disappoint. She chose a
simple sheath dress in a mango color with a small matching jacket.
    “Now, all we need is to
find the perfect shoes.” Lynn drew in a deep breath. “But lunch first.”
    “Let’s go to the tea shop
on Main Street.” I might as well get in a little sleuthing.
    The others were in
agreement. After putting a deposit on the gowns, we headed back to River Valley
and stepped into an overly decorated front room of yet another renovated
Victorian. Norma Rae greeted us, dressed in vintage clothing to fit the era.
She led us to a small round table in an alcove. Other than one other woman, we
were the only customers. Probably because we had to slide
into our seats sideways because of all the decorations surrounding the tables. Folks wanted to eat with elbow room, not have to worry about knocking a
knickknack onto the floor.
    “Ask her if business is
okay.” I elbowed Mom when Norma Rae left to fetch tea and sandwiches.
    “It’s none of my
business.”
    “Like that’s ever stopped
you before. Do it. We’re trying to establish our suspect list.” Since Norma Rae
knew Mrs. Grimes very well, it stood to reason that the woman might also know
about the treasure map.
    Norma Rae returned
several minutes later with Turkey and white cheddar sandwiches and pomegranate
tea. “Enjoy.”
    “Dear,” Mom glanced
around the room. “This is such a darling place. How’s business?”
    “It could definitely be
better.” Norma Rae’s chin quivered. “I’m in danger of losing my home to be
honest with you. I live upstairs. Not to mention that Ingrid may have to move
in with me if she doesn’t find a way to pay off her mound of debt. I love my
daughter, but can’t abide the thought of sharing my small space with her. Oh,
why am I burdening you with my troubles?” She straightened and glanced at each
of us. “It’s my business. I’ve something in the works that will take care of
everything. Let me know if I can serve you further.” She whirled and stepped
through a curtained door.
    Well, the woman
definitely seemed to need a chunk of money. Thus, a motive
for murder under the right circumstances. I sipped the fragrant tea.
Quite good.
    “Are you happy?” Mom
wiped her mouth with an embroidered napkin. “We’ve probably ruined that poor
woman’s day by reminding her of her problems.”
    “We could always give her
suggestions for running a successful business, but I doubt she’d listen.” I
picked up my sandwich and dwelled on what type of shoes I might want to go with
the dress. Maybe a champagne colored pair of sandals
with a kitten heel?
    “I’m going to offer
anyway,” Mom said. “It’s the least we can do. You know how I like to help those
in need.”
    “If she says yes, you can
prod her for more information.”
    Lynn sighed. “Can’t we
have an outing without gathering clues? I’m sure Lindsey isn’t interested.”
    “Yes, I am,” Lindsey
said. “We’re the three Callahans , a crime-solving
group of three generations.” She lifted her tea cup in a toast. “Mom and
Grandma may no longer be Callahans , but that stubborn
blood runs in all of our veins.”
    “Isn’t that the truth. ” Lynn shook her head. “Fine. What do you want me to do? I
might as well get in on the fun. I’ve managed to stay out of it for months.”
    “Seriously?” I
straightened, not believing my good fortune. “Can you ask around the school to
see whether anyone held a grudge against Mrs. Grimes? Subtly, of course.”
    “Of course.” She set her
cup on its saucer. “I can tell you right now the woman wasn’t very liked by
anyone, except for maybe Cheryl. She likes everyone, but I can bring up the
murder during prep and lunch time