From the beginning I pictured Paula Dean as the food celebrity in this story. Watching Paula Dean, and reading about the celebrity home cook in this book... well, they don't call 'em Steel Magnolias for nuthin'. Liz Sullivan, though, is another piece of work entirely, and I liked her very much. T...
And the harder it was to find out, the more it looked like a clue to his murder. Obviously, he’d had enemies. In fact, some members of my family could look suspicious, as O’Malley had pointed out. But I preferred to scrutinize other potential murderers. Both Leonard and Maud looked good for this ...
I had expected her to be exuberant at having gotten away from her mother, and with Amy, exuberant was a very high gloss on her normal bouncy, cheerful self. Waiting at the end of the cordoned-off area where passengers ran the gamut of greeters like me, I watched her plod up the ramp and into the ...
I began to wonder if I should even work for Claudia, and, as if she saw her prey vanishing, she stopped pressing me. She was out of breath, anyway, by the time she made it into an old overstuffed rocking chair that was parked, higgledy-piggledy, by the kitchen door. At her request, I put the kett...
We sat around the kitchen table, Moira drawing designs in the high chair tray with the grape juice she shook out of her sippy cup. Barker seethed around our legs, sensing turmoil in the air, until I sent him to lie down in the living room. Drake took a big sip of his coffee and sighed in satisfac...
They rang incessantly, for marketing, for Ed Garfield. All the action was caused by the company’s new product. The whole scene was much more glossy than the seat-of-the-pants way Emery Montrose did business. Ed came out of his office several times, hurrying off into the maze of dividers. Once he ...