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Chapters (36)
  1. Books by Joanne Fluke
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-one
  26. Chapter Twenty-two
  27. Chapter Twenty-three
  28. Chapter Twenty-four
  29. Chapter Twenty-five
  30. Chapter Twenty-six
  31. Chapter Twenty-seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-eight
  33. BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER RECIPE INDEX
  34. Baking Conversion Chart
  35. A Letter From Joanne Fluke
  36. Copyright Page

“You’re right. She wouldn’t. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that she doesn’t come in.”

“Thanks for letting me sleep,” Hannah said, smiling at her youngest sister. “But I think you should be the one to sleep in tomorrow.”

“I’m all right. Really, I am. I get more sleep here than I do when I’m at school.”

“Then you’d better get some more sleep at school. I know you didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“How do you know that?”

“You were so tired this morning that you left my new exercise machine on after you used it.”

Michelle looked at her blankly. “But I didn’t exercise this morning. I was afraid I’d wake you if I did.”

“You didn’t use the treadmill?”

“Not this morning. Why?”

“Because it was running when I got up this morning. Moishe was walking on the treadmill and I woke up to the humming of the machine.”

Both of them were silent for a moment, not willing to accept the only plausible explanation, and then Michelle shook her head from side to side.

“Uh-uh. There’s no way. I just don’t believe it.”

“I don’t either. Maybe it was a poltergeist.”

“I don’t believe in ghosts, either.”

“Neither do I, but that exercise machine didn’t turn itself on.”

“That’s true. It has to be Moishe. There’s no other explanation.”

“Okay, it was Moishe. But how did he learn how to turn on the machine?”

“By watching me do it. He stared at me every time I turned it on. I thought he was just curious, but he must have been figuring out how to do it by himself. You’ve got a really smart cat, Hannah.”

“I know. Sometimes he’s too smart for his own good. I just hope he never learns to bake. He’ll put me out of business.”

Michelle laughed. “I think you’re safe on that score. And that reminds me, how did you like the muffins this morning?”

“They were phenomenal! I meant to tell you when I came in the door, but you were busy and I forgot. And then I got busy back here and I forgot I hadn’t told you. Did you write down the recipe?”

“I did. I’m going to call them Blue Apple Muffins because they’ve got apples and blueberries in them. They’re really simple to make in a hurry. All you have to do is keep a can of apple pie filling in the cupboard and a bag of frozen blueberries in the freezer. If you’ve got those, you can make them anytime you want to.”

“Can you make them again tomorrow?”

“Sure if you want me to. I’ve got half a bag of frozen blueberries left and there’s some leftover apple pie filling. But are you sure you want the same breakfast you had today?”