"What kind of sandwiches are these?" asked Lou Edna.
"This homemade bread looks like something Granny would make," said Maury.
"It's some kind of hand-sliced meat," said Hadley, biting into it.
"Delicious," said Lou Edna. "I think I could eat about a half-a-dozen."
"Me too," said Maury.
"'Course, I'd be stretching my little G-string undies like Jabba the Hutt strains a rubber band around his waist."
"Not a pretty image to be putting in my head while I'm eating, Lou. And these pickles are like nothing I've ever tasted."
"Homemade, too," said Maury.
"This Orange Quench is great!" said Maury. "I've never seen this brand at Pixie-Squares. And the bottle is so unique."
"Me neither," said Hadley. "It is good. The bottle's Art Deco. I like it. I'm going to see if Pixie won't stock it at the market."
"Hey guys," said Lou Edna. "I just gotta' wonderful thought."
Maury and Hadley looked at her. Both looked like chipmunks with their cheeks full of nuts.
"What if they still have a still stashed back in these hollows? Wonder if they'll serve firewater with the rest of their homemade goodies tonight at the party?"
"Handcuffs, here I come," muttered Maury.
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Nobody's Fool Y'all
Misteri / ThrillerFly fishing was something that her late husband, Harry Pell, loved to do. When Hadley's friend, Hobie Stricker, invites her to try for the Big One, she only has trout in mind. A dead body brings a lot of unwanted attention and a lot of unanswered qu...
