"Bean," Hadley said, "stay here and watch the table."
"But Hadley, your stuff sold out an hour ago. There ain't nuthin' left to watch but a few crumbs the ants haven't taken off. You think Bunker will show up for a crumb picnic?"
"Well, he might. Watch for Bunker, okay? Watch the tablecloths. Make sure they don't blow away. We want to have plenty of crumbs for Bunker and all his relations to feast on. I'll be right back."
"Where's Hadley off to in such a hurry?" Juanita asked.
"I don't know," said Maury.
"I don't know, either," said Beanie. "I have to run off in the woods sometimes if I eat too much. Maybe Hadley's ate too many pieces of cake."
"I don't want to know if that's the reason, do you, Juanita?" Maury said.
Juanita looked at Maury and Beanie with a funny look on her face.
"You gotta pain, too, Juanita? Your face sure does look like you do. The woods are that way," Beanie said, careful to stand in front of Hadley's tables and make sure the crumbs stayed just where they were.
So far, Beanie had yet to spy Bunker, but it was early. There was always hope he might come around. Maybe even bring a friend or a few relatives.
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Nobody's Sorry You're Dead
Mystery / ThrillerA Clean Cozy Mystery - Mountain Air and Murder Hadley Pell, a college-educated housewife and widow, is still reeling from the loss of her beloved husband five years ago. She lives in a small town in the Southern Appalachians where nothing much happe...
