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KWRBK. Before I could ask, Edie recited, “Kris Would Rather Be Knitting.” And then to make herself seem even more in the know, she announced that Kris had driven there from Santa Cruz.
    Edie was waiting by the door when the master teacher came in. “Kris, see, I came again. How could I miss one of your fabulous classes? I don’t think the rest of them know what a treat they have in store.” Edie waved her arm toward the rest of us but didn’t take her gaze off the curvy woman with highlighted shoulder-length brown hair. Just as I was admiring the way Kris had draped the cream-colored shawl over the olive green linen pants and robin’s egg blue long shirt, Edie hugged her and got her bracelet tangled in the shawl.
    No matter how glad Edie was to see her, I was more glad. Now that she was here, I could just let the master teacher take over. It had been particularly hard telling her about my aunt. She was especially fond of Joan and kept saying she wished she’d known sooner and regretted that she hadn’t realized something was wrong when Joan hadn’t answered her emails.
    “I’m sorry,” Edie said, carefully trying to untangle herself. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your trademark shawl.”
    Even though we’d met on the phone, I introduced myself to Kris. “We’re just waiting for a few more,” I said.
    She nodded and said, “I know.”
    Bree had finally hung up her phone and joined the group. “If it’s Emily Dotson, you can forget it. She backed out at the last minute,” Bree said before introducing herself to everyone. “We signed up together. We belong to the same knitting group. It’s called the Ewes.” She spelled it out and then made sure we understood it was a play on words. Bree took a big sigh and glanced around the small group. “This is the first time I’ve ever gone anywhere without my kids. It’s the first time I’ve gone anywhere alone.” When she got to the word
alone
, her voice cracked. “Emily and I were going to share a room—”
    “And you’ve never stayed by yourself in a hotel room,” I said, completing her thought. Her blond curls bobbed as she nodded her head.
    Edie threw Bree a dismissive glance. “Your kids will be fine and so will you. My kids are grown and on their own, but it was always nice to get away from them and my husband for a few days. Be glad for a room to yourself. The bathroom will be all yours.” Edie spoke to all of us. “You have no idea what a great weekend you are in for. I’ve been to two other of these Petit Retreats and they are the best.” She sucked her breath as if she’d just thought of something, and her eyebrows knit in concern. She grabbed my arm. “You ought to tell them not to go walking along the rocks by the water. It was too sad about Amanda.”
    “Who is Amanda?” I said, opening the folder. I could tell that Kevin St. John was listening from the other side of the counter. He seemed perturbed.
    Edie pushed the violet folder shut in my hands. “You won’t find anything about her in there. She didn’t sign up for this retreat. She couldn’t because she’s dead.”
    A collective gasp went through the group, and Edie continued, saying she just thought we all should be aware of the danger.
    “What exactly happened?” Olivia said.
    “I don’t know. I’d been home for almost a week after the last retreat when Joan called me and told me that Amanda had died, that she’d fallen off the cliff over by the lighthouse. Joan wanted me to talk to the cops.” Edie’s eyes grew sad as she said my aunt’s name. “She thought I might be able to help.”
    Olivia seemed impatient. “Why would you be able to help the police if you didn’t even know what happened?”
    “I might have been the last person to see her alive, “Edie said. “I hung around after the last retreat was over. I was, uh, meeting someone.” Edie stumbled over her words. “That doesn’t matter. I saw Amanda late that afternoon. She said she’d been over