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around
myself while we’re doing yoga,” I offered. 
    “Wait a second. Ms. I Exercise My Brain, Not My
Body Jefferson is going to yoga with me?” Juliet snickered. 
    “I’ll take the class. How hard can it be? It’s not
like I’ll be running a marathon or anything,” I sniffed. I wasn’t that out of
shape. I walked most places and lifting books and pushing book carts was an
excellent workout. Wasn’t yoga just stretching and ohming ?
“Let me know when to be there. In the meantime, I need sleep. I have to be at
Mom and Dad’s house to pick up Watson in the morning. Mom promised to make me
blueberry pancakes.”  
    “You’ll need my class after Mom’s pancakes and
homemade whipped cream. I might sneak over and eat breakfast myself. This will
be the first normal thing she’s made since Dad and I began suffering through
her new health kick.” 
    “Poor Juls . I’ll see you
in the morning. Bye.” I hung up and returned to the laptop. I looked to see if
there was any contact information for reporter Tessa Brewer. I should call and
ask what her connection was to Elody . I glanced at
the clock above my stove. It was close to ten on a Saturday night, so there was
zero chance I could track Tessa down tonight. It would have to wait until
Monday morning.
    I yawned and gave Ferdie a scratch behind the ears. Time for bed. I hoped I would dream about Clint and
not a dead girl in a park.

 
    CHAPTER TEN
     
    The next morning I drove to my parent’s house for
blueberry pancakes. My mother was a phenomenal cook, but she and Dad recently
started a weird longevity diet involving nuts, berries and seeds. At least this
was Juliet’s claim as she bemoaned, “Mom’s making Dad and me eat squirrel
food.” Juliet didn’t cook, so she grazed at other people’s houses as often as
she could.
    I opened the front door to my parent’s house and
called out to them. Watson bounded up on his short little legs and wiggled his
nubby tail and butt with joy. “Hi boy! Did you miss me? Did you’ums have a doggie play date?” I picked him up, and he licked my face. 
    “Good morning, sweetheart. Watson was on his best
behavior. I think this was the first time he didn’t dig around the yard and
drag any dead thing he found up to the house.” Mom scratched him behind the
ear. “Speaking of dead, I wasn’t two feet inside the door of the church this
morning before three people came up to weasel information out of me. I told
them it wouldn’t be right for me to gossip at church. The look on their faces
was priceless. No one will ask me to lunch for the foreseeable future. You
would think after last year, people would have had their fill of crime! The
whole town is whispering about Senator Campbell and poor Elody .
Such a waste.” She shook her head.
          “I’m sorry, Mom. I
wish somebody else had found her. Jaime will catch the killer, then everything
can return to normal. Thanks for watching Watson for me. Grant and I talked and
made peace although it might be too late to save our friendship. He plans to
leave Miller’s Cove.” 
    “Well, honey, I can’t blame him. If it was me, I
would have left right after everything happened. I’m glad you spent some time
with him. You’ve been friends for too long to not talk. Come into the kitchen
while I finish making breakfast. Your dad took Hamlet for a jog. He should be
back soon.”
    “Dad’s jogging? Really? Why?” My parents were
retired academics, not athletes. Both slim and healthy, they spent most of
their time outdoors in the garden, playing tennis or hiking. A new diet and now
jogging? Something was fishy in the Parental Palace. 
    “Your father had his yearly physical a few
weeks ago,” Mom rinsed the blueberries in a colander. “It’s nothing to worry
about but his blood pressure and cholesterol were a little higher than normal.
We decided it’s time we took better care of ourselves. We’re getting older, so
things require more maintenance than they