Chapters (36)
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- BLACKBERRY PIE MURDER RECIPE INDEX
- Baking Conversion Chart
- A Letter From Joanne Fluke
- 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?”