11 Quotes by Suzanne M. Trauth

I heard the tinkle of the welcome bells above the restaurant entrance. Probably an out-of-towner who didn’t know that the restaurant was closed on Sundays and the only culinary activity afoot was a baking class on steroids.

It’s feels like zero out there!” Lola stamped her knee-high boots on the doormat, leaving bits of frozen slush to settle into its bristly fibers. “With the wind chill, yeah.” Lola flipped the fur-lined hood of her high-end winter coat. “I ignore that wind chill stuff. It’s either freezing or it isn’t.

Just the usual. Aspirin, vitamin C, a shot of whiskey.” That last was my great aunt Maureen’s remedy for whatever ailed you. She usually came down with “something” once a week.

On the center island the remaining pans of Swamp Yankee Applesauce Cake batter were lined up like victims about to face a firing squad.

Walter looked like he could chew nails and still come back for a helping of chain link fence. “Why can’t Romeo and Juliet meet in a garden like in Downton Abbey?” Romeo asked. “I mean who meets on a balcony? How real is that?

His face registered the five stages of unlawful investigation: disbelief, skepticism, impatience, irritation, and astonishment.

I think maybe it was a gang member from New York who committed the murder,” she said. I loved this town, but sometimes it was just too wacky for words. “Well, that’s a theory.

Instinctively, I shoved my arm into the void in front of my face and backed up. I heard heavy breathing, a soft grunt, and then I was roughly thrown aside. As the footsteps retreated, I tried to see who it was, but it was too dark.

My blood ran cold. Twenty yards away a hooded figure was crouching behind the oak tree, flashing a pinpoint light into the office where Walter and Lola did business.