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of you.” I got up, picked up my purse and the bag with my pajamas in it, and we hugged. It was nothing romantic. It was more for the connection with another human being, and the assurance that life is still sweet despite the ugliness that occasionally creeps in.
    I spent the morning talking to movers and found one that was available on Saturday morning, and whom I could pay without taking a withdrawal from my puny IRA. I made a run to Home Depot to buy boxes, then stopped at the bakery on the way home.
    â€œCan you believe the news about Calista?” Olivia asked the second I walked up to her. She was outside of Bread and Batter talking to Emily.
    â€œHorrifying,” added Emily. “Hi, Molly. People are saying it’s Trey.”
    â€œI’ve been thinking about it since last night,” I said, not bothering to announce I had stayed with Brian. It wasn’t as if anything happened between us other than sharing a pizza and the couch, but I didn’t want any “looks” from my two best friends. “They didn’t arrest him, did they? The news on TV this morning didn’t say anything about him being arrested.”
    â€œNo,” Olivia said. “But I bet they will soon. He thinks the Calista Sugar Pink was on his property. I read in the paper this morning he’s going to claim it now that she’s dead.”
    â€œHe’ll have to get in line behind her heirs. I’m sure she left a will,” I said.
    â€œCan he prove it was on his land?” asked Emily. “I don’t think so, despite his claims. He should keep quiet before they arrest him just to keep him quiet. Let’s talk about something else.”
    â€œIf it wasn’t Trey, who was it?” Olivia asked, ignoring Emily’s request. “That’s the scary part. It’s not like we’re a town full of killers.”
    Just then, our famous author, Enid Middlebrook, came out of Emily’s bookstore. She created quite a stir when she first arrived and rented a house in Destiny. The poor woman could barely go to the bathroom, out to eat, or grocery shopping without fans accosting her for autographs, asking for instructions on how to write a best seller, or shoving their manuscript in her face. I’m sure she’s relieved that we’re all pretty used to her now.
    She managed to make friends with Calista despite the fact Enid looked to be at least thirty years older. Not to mention Calista’s abrasive personality. God forgive me for speaking sort of ill of the dead.
    â€œI’m leaving now,” she said, addressing Emily after glancing at Olivia and me and giving us a perfunctory nod. “I’m so upset about dear Calista. I can’t even watch the news. I keep picturing her lifeless body on the kitchen floor.” She shuddered. “Such a tragedy. I’ve left some autographed copies of
Death Has the Last Say
for you, Emily. Hope your customers enjoy. I don’t know when I’ll be in town again. Oh, I hate even saying the word ‘death’ right now.”
    â€œThank you, Enid. I appreciate it,” said Emily. “Drive carefully.”
    She turned and waved her hand above her head as she trotted away.
    â€œHaving her around is so good for business,” said Emily. “I can’t wait until she does another talk at the bookstore. She’s so distraught over Calista’s death, though, it will probably be a while. I think Calista was really the only good friend Enid had here. Maybe there’s more to Calista than we knew. She dated two men that in a million years you wouldn’t think she would, and she became friends with Enid. Strange. Guess I’d better get back to the store. See you guys later.”
    â€œOkay,” Olivia and I answered in unison, then went into the bakery.
    â€œHow come you’re here?” Olivia asked me. “You were coming in later. Not that you really need to—it’s been