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the darn biscuits down on the table!" Violet called from the kitchen.
    Everyone turned and looked at Daisy and then followed to where she was looking. Pam Gilbert, the PTA president , stood up, smoothed her khaki slacks and straightened her pink polo shirt . She excused herself from the fundraising meeting and stepped over to t he window with the rest of the c afé patron s. Across the street she saw   a woman in a black suit talking to Kenna .
    "What in tarnation?" Pam leaned forward for a better look. "Holy bologna!"
    "Well slap me silly and call me Sally," John Wolfe murmured as he stood up to join Daisy and Pam at the wind ow.
    "Move over, let me see, " said Noodle, o ne of the Keeneston s heriff d eputies , as he peered over Pam's shoulder. "Holy Mackerel . I need to call the s heriff, ‘ cause here comes trouble."
    "For the love of Pete, someone tell me what's going on." Violet yelled with her ever - present wooden spoon in her hand.
    "Morgan's back and coming this way!" Daisy shouted back, causing the rest of the c afé to gasp in unison. Some people eyed the back door and the people crowding the widow scattered.
    "Morgan? The Morgan?" Tammy asked as she shoved her wa y to look out the window. "S hut the front door!"
    "Good idea!" Daisy hurried to bolt the door of the c afé.
    "Miss Daisy, it's just an expression."
    "Oh, well, it was still a good idea," Miss Daisy mumbled.
    "What do we do?" Noodle asked , his eyes widening in panic .
    "Get it together! Y ou'll probably have to arrest her." Miss Violet said from the safety of the kitchen.
    "What on Earth is she doing here, Pam?" Daisy asked.
    "I don't know." Pam shrugged her shoulders and stared as the woman approached the c afé. "But we're about to find out."
     
    Morgan approached the c afé and saw the faces behind the window scatter. Some things never changed. She wanted to make a splash and this was the best way to do it. All those years away she wondered how many of them thought she was in jail. They probably just hoped she'd never come back, but trouble had just returned to Keeneston.
    She opened the screen door and then pushed open the door. The smells that wafted over her were delicious, but it was the silence that caught her attention. She looked around and noticed some familiar faces. The Rose sisters looked exactly the same. John had gotten rounder and Noodle had turned into a man —a nervous man at that. Morgan removed her sunglasses and smiled at the roomful of people. T he smile didn't reach her eyes.
    Morgan watched as Pam approached her. Pam had aged. Her dirty blonde hair had turned brown. She looked so much older. Morgan supposed the same went for her, but at least she hadn't turned into someone resembling a stick-in-the- mud like Pam had.
    "Hello, M organ," Pam said as she stepped in front of Morgan.
    "Hello, sis."

 
Chapter Five
     
    Morgan looked into the blue eyes of the sister she hadn't seen in seventeen years. Morgan hadn't returned for her wedding thirteen years ago. It was the one time she had called home randomly . Her mother answered and let it slip that Pam was getting married. The phone was snatched away by her father who told her in no uncertain terms that she was not to return home and ruin her sister's day. No one wanted her there to put a dark stain on Perfect Pam's perfect day.
    They didn't have to say it, she knew why. They were afraid she'd steal the groom away like they thought she di d with Pam's last boyfriend. In fact Morgan had heard from Whitney about Pam's two boys. Apparently they had made too much noise at the c afé after a soccer game one night. Whitney bitched about it at the ne xt meeting. All the society mom s nodded and talked about how ha rd it was to find a good nanny.
    "What are you doing here?" Pam asked in a cold tone she inherited from their father. Morgan was actually surprised Pam would even acknowledge her.
    "Don't worry, I won't intrude on your town for long. But you better lock up your husbands and