Bacon and biscuits are in the oven–yes, I sometimes cook bacon in the oven and it turns out great. No one is stirring on my quiet street and I have yet to see a car go up or down the hill, and there’s a chance of rain for tonight and the weekend. I think the weather is locked in–weekend means rain.
Here’s another excerpt from the Miss Tootsie book:
Carrie drove her old truck all the way back to Miss Tootsie’s house, not detouring to her own house. Later, Miss Tootsie remembered that trip as if they were racing through a tunnel of fog, pursued by they knew not what. Some nameless terror gripped them all and nobody cautioned Carrie to slow down at the corners. Strangely enough, no one spoke. When at last, Carrie braked in front of Miss Tootsie’s porch, they tumbled out and ran up the steps. Miss Tootsie’s hands shook so badly, she could barely unlock her door, but at last, they were inside.
Miss Tootsie wiped moisture from her eyes. “Max, stir up those coals, will you? I’m so cold and I’m sure the rest of you are too. I’m going to get coffee started then maybe when we warm up, we’ll be able to think about what happened.”
When Max had the fire roaring and she held a cup of steaming coffee in her hands, Miss Tootsie began to feel almost normal. At least, she had stopped shivering. She, Carrie, Bertha, Marianne, and Max hovered near the warmth.
Miss Tootsie looked at the silent group. Max was standing with his back to the fireplace, one of Miss Tootsie’s quilts draped around him. His coffee cup shook in his hands. Both Carrie and Bertha hovered close to the blaze, shawls and afghans covering their shoulders, sipping at their cups of steaming brew. Miss Tootsie swallowed a mouthful of coffee, feeling it burn all the way to her stomach. No one spoke until she said, “I’m so thankful you are all alive. What a foolish idea I had. That madman, whoever he was, could have killed us all. And, for all that, we still don’t know who he was. It was only God’s goodness that kept us safe. I’m sorry I put you all in danger. I thought Max could slip up behind him and pretend to be Roy and the man would think he was seeing a ghost and confess to murder. But, that’s not what happened.”
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