Hi, Reagan Summerside here from the Consignment Shop series here in Savannah.
Guess what, I’m getting married! Yes me, bum-magnet Summerside who married Hollis the Horrible is getting married to the delish Walker Boone! How’d I get so lucky?!
Well, that’s the good news and now there’s the planning part that everyone has an opinion about. But even that isn’t so bad when compared to the Abbott sisters, my elderly, totally adorable next-door neighbors getting accused of murder!
“There’s a hand sticking out of the middle of your garden,” Detective Aldeen Ross said in a calm voice as if she’d come across such things every day. And maybe in her line of work she did!
“Hand?” Annie Fritz Abbot gulped. “What hand?”
“That hand,” Aldeen snarled, jabbing a stiff finger at the exposed digits. “The one next to the dog.”
“That there just happens to be a...a new vegetable sister and I put in this year and...”
Annie Fritz’s voice trailed off as Aldeen snagged a hand trowel from the wheelbarrow, opened the squeaky garden gate, gave BW her best I am the police so get lost look then bent down. She dug next to the hand, slowed then stopped. She stared back at Annie Fritz and Elsie both now standing on the stoop looking like death warmed over.
“Is there some reason Bonnie Sue McGrath is planted in your backyard?”
“Fertilizer?” Elsie ventured in a squeaky voice.
See what I mean! Now I’ve got to find the real killer so the sisters can be at my wedding and not just watching it on Instagram! How can I concentrate on this and plan a wedding too!
So what’s the worse thing you ever saw at a wedding? Cake fall over? Groom not show up? Bride not show up? Preacher not show up?
Let me know and I’ll give away a hardcover copy of Lethal In Old Lace from the responses below!
Have a wonderful Christmas!
Hugs, Reagan Summerside, Auntie KiKi and Duffy Brown