row for his busy November-December season. She wished him a safe trip and promised to update him on the situation when he got back.
The next morning, expecting a busy day, Piper fortified herself with a breakfast of oatmeal and toast topped with her own strawberry jam and, of course, coffee. Lots of coffee.
When she raised the shade on her shop door, hopefully prepared to face the onslaught of rehashings and minute-by-minute updates of the previous dayâs events, to her surprise the first person she saw heading toward Piperâs Picklings was Erin. Quiet, mind-her-own-business Erin.
This longtime friend of Amyâs had flexible hours, Piper knew, working part-time at Dr. Dickersonâs office while taking classes at the community college in nearby Bellingham. But Piper was still surprised that Erin, instead of all the more news-spreading townspeople (Piper carefully avoided the word âgossipingâ), was the first to arrive on this extremely newsworthy morning. However, given a choice, calm and sensible Erin would have been a strong favorite.
Piper unlocked her door and held it open as the young woman approached.
âYouâre out early,â she said. Erin was dressed for her receptionistâs job, having paired a pale yellow sweater, which complemented her brunette coloring, with a dark, knee-length skirt.
âI have to be at Dr. Dickersonâs in a few minutes, but I wanted to get this to Amy today.â She held out the book sheâd been carrying. âItâs a library book she asked me to pick up for her when I was there. I know Amy sleeps in after working late at A La Carte, so I thought Iâd leave it here. Is that okay?â
âOf course. Come on in. Want some coffee?â
Erin stepped in but turned down the coffee, saying, âIâll get plenty at the office.â She paused. âAs well as an earful about what happened yesterday.â
Piper noticed dark shadows under Erinâs eyes. âThis is upsetting you.â
Erin nodded, grimacing. âI like the Standleys. I got to know Miranda when we were both in chorus. She was two years behind me at school, but she sang second soprano, like me. We were about the same height, so we were usually next to each other. I like her a lot.â
Erin reached over to straighten a pickling cookbook that jutted out of line on its shelf. âAnd Mrs. Standley,â she said, âcame along sometimes when the chorus traveled for performances. She was always really nice. I hate to think what they might be going through. People are saying Mr. Standley might be in a lot of trouble.â
ââMightâ is the operative word,â Piper cautioned. âSo far I havenât heard of anything beyond his being questioned, which is absolutely normal and routine, Iâd say, when a body has been found on your property.â
âI tried to call Miranda, but I canât get through.â
âSheâs probably being barraged with calls right now. Give it a day or so, Erin. Maybe everything will be straightened out by then. Have you talked to Ben lately? Does he know anything more than the rest of us?â
âNo, I donât think so. The sheriff had him helping out at the Standleyâs farm yesterday, but he was mostly there to move curious onlookers along. Today heâs back in his office. Iâll call him at lunchtime. He might have heard something by then.â
âLet me know if he does, okay?â
âI will.â Erin saw Piperâs gaze shift over her shoulder and turned to see Mrs. Tilley approaching the shop. âIâd better get to work,â she said, returning an errant purse strap back to her shoulder. She held the door for Mrs. Tilley, both exchanging polite greetings.
Mrs. Tilley, a regular customer at Piperâs Picklings, smiled as she stepped in. âI just wanted to pick up some cinnamon and cloves,â she explained and proceeded to pluck the