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want to know about the contest.”
    “That makes sense. I’ll take care of getting a record of my students to him and telling him about the final exam, not contest. What’s your next step?” He asked.
    “Sunday morning I’m going to go to her church.”
    A grin broadened on his face. “You seriously expect to find the killer attending her church?”
    When he said it like that, it did sound a little ridiculous. But it was possible. “I don’t know but it is one of the few places Mitzi socialized.”
    The smile slipped from his lips and eyes. “I suppose so.”
    Once more, I wondered how well he knew Mitzi. Had they dated? Or were they just friends like he said? If there had been romantic sparks, why hadn’t Mitzi told me about them?
    Later that evening, I finished grilling my cheese sandwich and carried it to the table. At the same time, the microwave dinged announcing the bowl of tomato soup was done. I placed both on a large dining tray and headed to the living room. My favorite game show had just come on.
    While the contestants introduced themselves I thought about Brandon Harvest. I hate to admit it, but it disturbs me that Mitzi and Brandon might have been closer than just friends.
    Just before leaving the college, he’d offered me a class list of names, which I snatched up and tucked into my purse. Now what was I going to do with it? I couldn’t just call them all up and ask if they’d killed my best friend. That would just be tacky.
    Warm buttery cheese teased my taste buds. On the television, a woman wearing a bright green top and the nametag that read “Florence” had just spun the wheel and landed on the three hundred dollar marker.
    The category was “Thing,” and there were three words to fill in. I sipped at the hot soup as Florence asked for an M and got one. Then she did something I hate, she asked to buy a vowel. The crazy woman chose a U, which wasn’t in the puzzle.
    It was the next contestant’s turn. He was a middle-aged man with a bald spot in the middle of his scalp. It reflected the light each time he bent over to spin the wheel. The thought he should do something about that crossed my mind as he spun the wheel and landed on the five hundred marker. He chose an S and got three of them. Then he asked for a vowel. Again I groaned.
    This time the request was for an A, which he didn’t get. The game continued. Slowly I made out the words Single Stem Rose. The player who got it had a total of three hundred dollars. He could have continued guessing at the consonants and gotten more money but he was too anxious.
    “Dumber than mud,” I grumbled, picking up the dinner tray and heading back to the kitchen during the commercial. Normally I would pick up the phone and call Mitzi but not tonight, not ever again. My gaze moved to the phone on the wall.
    There were a number of women friends I could call. Gloria Fielding’s name came to mind, but I felt a twang of guilt. Mitzi was the one I shared these silly calls with. To call someone else was like saying Mitzi no longer mattered. It was betraying our friendship. I wouldn’t do that. I couldn’t.
    I hurried back to the living room and forced myself to become absorbed in the game show but Mitzi stayed on my mind.
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Lethal Lasagna

Chapter 5
    When my phone rang, the face of the alarm clock proclaimed the time to be eight AM.
    “Hello?” I fairly growled into the phone. I wanted to scream. Didn’t whoever was on the other end of the line know that it was Saturday morning? My day to sleep in?
    “Mrs. Parker?”
    The voice sounded familiar. I scooted up against the headboard of my bed. “Yes?”
    “You’re late, Dear.”
    Late? What was I late for? The woman was crazy.
    “Mrs. Parker? Are you there?”
    I really didn’t want to answer her. The desire to sleep overwhelmed me so much I slid back under the sheets and comforter. With them over my head, I answered. “Yes, I’m just trying to figure out what I’m late for.”
    “Dear