Sadie sighed. Had she actually thought her return home might be quiet and uneventful?
“There you are!” A familiar voice called from behind. Sadie closed her eyes as Aunt Lillian approached. “I don’t need you for breakfast today,” the woman continued. “But I will need you for lunch.”
“Sure,” Sadie said without turning to look at her aunt.
“Would you two like breakfast? We’ll be open in a few minutes.”
Sadie looked her aunt in the eye, and saw that in spite of her casual voice and smile she’d been crying. Still or again? A murder taking place so close by obviously had shaken her.
“I’m starving,” Truman said.
“I’m not hungry,” Sadie countered. “Not at all.”
Lillian stopped and laid a hand on Sadie’s arm and another on Truman’s. “You two make such a cute couple,” she said with a wan smile.
“Thank you,” Truman said.
“We do not!” Sadie insisted.
The older woman moved on, unperturbed.
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