by Kath Rutledge from Last Wool and Testament
~ first in the Haunted Yarn Shop mysteries by Molly MacRae
I like lists. They keep me organized, keep me on task. And, since being back in Blue Plum, I’ve noticed they keep me feeling sane. Notice I said “feeling sane,” not “sane.” Lists help, though. They’re like counting to ten before punching a sheriff’s deputy in the nose.
- He gave me my first-ever speeding ticket, the rat.
- He doesn’t listen to extenuating circumstances.
- His face is as starched as his brown and tan uniform.
- He’s boorish (don’t you love that word? It brings such a natural sneer to your upper lip when you say it right. Boorish.)
- He’s a condescending clod. He actually called me a “little bitty red-haired thing.”
- He lied to Ruth Wood about why he came out to the cottage that first night.
- He doesn’t believe I caught a burglar and, even if he did believe me, he blames me for the burglar getting away.
- Except for the ghost (How? How did I end up haunted?), he seems to be the only one who cares about what happened to Emmett Cobb.
- Cole is short for Coleridge. Coleridge Blake Dunbar. What a name, poor sap. I call him Clod (but not to his face. That is a gun on his hip.)
- He called Granny “Crazy Ivy.” For that I will never forgive him.