about keeping, and she even suggested we sell Josiahâs Tankard to buy computers. As if computers will ever replace books! But she wouldnât hear itâall she ever talked about was computer-this and computer-that! I donât know what people see in those newfangled machines anyway.â
Lucy thought of her struggle to disengage Zoe from the computer earlier that morning and smiled. âTheyâre certainly not all theyâre cracked up to be. Sometimes theyâre more trouble than theyâre worth.â
âMy thoughts exactly,â said Miss Tilley. âAnd most of the board members agreed with me.â
âSo Bitsy was out of favor with the board?â
âShe certainly was. In fact, I had suggested taking steps toward dismissing her. Itâs tricky these days, you know. People sue for wrongful dismissal. Chuck told us we had to be very careful and begin documenting all the reasons why we were unhappy with her.â She paused and smacked her lips. âNow we wonât have to bother with all that. Looks like whoever killed that creature did the board a big favor.â
âThatâs a terrible thing to say.â Lucy was truly shocked. âMaybe you didnât like her, but she didnât deserve to die!â She paused a moment. âAnd she wasnât a âcreatureââshe was a person.â
âI have a right to my opinion,â the old woman said stubbornly. âAnd I can call her a creature if I want to.â
âWell, not to me, you canât,â said Lucy. She was appalled at her old friendâs attitude. She got to her feet and placed her cup and saucer on Miss Tilleyâs antique tavern table, then looked straight at the old woman. âYouâre really going too far. Iâm not going to listen to talk like this.â
Rachel, who had overheard them in the kitchen, hurried out and got Lucyâs coat out of the closet. She held it up and whispered in Lucyâs ear as she slipped her arms into the sleeves.
âDonât pay any mind when she says things like thatâsheâs just getting old and she doesnât like it.â
Lucy squeezed Rachelâs hand. âYouâre a saint to put up with an old witch like her,â she said, not bothering to lower her voice. âThanks for the tea.â
From the doorway, Rachel called after her, âTake it easy, Lucy.â
As she walked to the car, Lucy heard Miss Tilleyâs quavering voice.
âI donât know what sheâs got so high and mighty about!â she declared as Rachel closed the door.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Three little kittens,
They lost their mittens,
And they began to cry . . .
T he snow squalls had stopped when Lucy left Miss Tilleyâs, and the sun was making a half-hearted attempt to break through the clouds. It didnât look as if it had much of a chance, Lucy thought glumly; the slim opening between the clouds was getting narrower by the minute. She shivered and pulled her hat down over her ears and got in the car.
She turned the key in the ignition and pushed the heater controls up to maximum. Then she pulled away from the curb, neglecting to check for traffic. The loud honk of a horn as a pickup truck swerved to avoid the Subaru made her jump.
Why am I so upset, she asked herself as she carefully checked her mirrors. Driving slowly along the snow-packed road, she wondered why she had found Miss Tilleyâs attitude so disturbing. She hadnât been especially good friends with Bitsy, after all, and Bitsy certainly hadnât minded spreading rumors about her. Still, she couldnât help but be saddened by her death. It was horrible and shocking, but, she realized, dwelling on it wasnât getting her anywhere. She had a few minutes before she had to pick up Zoe, so she decided to stop at the IGA.
The automatic door opened for her and she took a shopping cart. The fluorescent lights made the aging store
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