“Is something wrong, sweety?” Mrs. Pornhat The man’s a right piece of work.”
“I’ll be right as rain.”
Anger boiled in me. Slam! Her tawny hair was pinned up in a bun, but an errant lock escaped and lay on the slope of her neck. “Umm, wow,” she muttered. Mrs. Since I had nothing to do this afternoon, I wandered on over to the Paris Public Library. I could feel Miss Cheshire freeze, glancing nervously over her shoulder. “Well, you take care now, y’hear.”
The old biddy bent over, whispering conspiratorially, “I saw that good-for-nothing Scotty Adams lurking in the library. I turned my attention back to Miss Cheshire.
