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    Back then, she carried herself like a queen and took no crap from anyone, yet was gracious and loving to everyone. She was the president of the Destiny Welcoming Committee, Destiny Gardening Club, Destiny Bridge Club, Destiny’s chapter of the Daughters of the American Revolution (she actually had no relatives in the Revolution, but no one else wanted the position, so she took it), Destiny Equestrian Club, and so on and so forth. For a small town we are quite active.
    She never wore pants, never forgot her pearls, and had a standing appointment at Mary Sue’s House of Beauty every Tuesday for her hair and nails. She still does. Brian’s mom takes her, but it means nothing to her. Shortly after Brian and I got married, Jane began to deteriorate. By the time our marriage was over, so was the Jane Addair we all knew and loved. Now there are only glimpses here and there of the woman she was.
    â€œShe’s actually doing pretty well sometimes,” Brian replied. “She’s on a new medication. It’s pretty amazing. She’s had some fairly lucid days. Other times she’s up and down.”
    â€œI need to go visit her. Even if she doesn’t know me.”
    â€œThat would be nice. Mom and Dad would like to see you, too.” He handed me a glass of orange juice. “News is back on.”
    I drank my juice while sitting on the edge of my chair.
    We watched for a few minutes, but there was nothing about Calista’s murder. Brian reached for the remote to turn it off, and all at once, her picture filled the wall behind the news guy, who looked young enough to be in junior high. It was surreal, not to mention disturbing, seeing her like that.
    â€œThe police in Destiny continue this morning to investigate the death of orchard owner Calista Danforth-Brody,” the baby news guy read. “No one is being allowed near Danforth Orchards, or the roads leading to the orchard, until further notice. Ms. Danforth-Brody was found dead inside her house yesterday afternoon by her neighbor Trey Hamilton, who immediately called the police. Police Chief Ronald Carly refused to comment to Channel Six news, except to say the death was not accidental and a full homicide investigation is underway. The body was released to the coroner and family membershave been notified. We will bring you updates as they are available.”
    The rest of the story was about the Calista Sugar Pink. Brian turned it off. “That’s scary. I feel so damned bad for her. She didn’t deserve that. I hope the cops get to the bottom of it quickly.”
    I nodded. “Somebody killed her. Who?” The questions started bouncing around in my head again. “Do you think it could be a serial killer?”
    â€œI doubt it. I hate to say it, but Trey comes to mind, except like I said last night, I can’t see him as a cold-blooded killer. But someone is.”
    Honestly, I couldn’t picture Trey as the killer, either. I didn’t know if his claim that the Calista Sugar Pink was really on his property had merit, but why kill her because of that? Maybe he just lost his mind and did kill her. He was the only one in town who made sense. I really couldn’t picture anyone in our town as the killer. It was too much to contemplate. “I guess Addair’s will be handling her funeral.”
    â€œProbably. I can’t even think about that yet. It doesn’t seem real.”
    Calista never had children, and her parents were dead. She had some aunts, uncles, and a few cousins scattered here and there. Her death . . . murder . . . seemed eerily unreal. “Thanks for letting me stay over. I’m going to call some movers this morning and get estimates.”
    â€œNo problem. My brothers and I can move you, don’t pay for movers. You don’t have that much stuff.”
    I smiled at him. “It’s okay. I’ll get movers. I’m not going to impose on any