Back Cherry Cheesecake Murder
Chapters (51)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter Two
  3. Chapter Four
  4. Chapter Six
  5. Chapter Eight
  6. Chapter Ten
  7. Chapter Twelve
  8. Chapter Fourteen
  9. Chapter Sixteen
  10. Chapter Eighteen
  11. Chapter Twenty
  12. Chapter Twenty-Two
  13. Chapter Twenty-Four
  14. Chapter Twenty-Six
  15. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  16. Chapter Thirty
  17. Chapter Thirty-Two
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“Of course we do,” Delores opened her tote bag so that they could see the script inside. “Mr. Barton sent it to us right after we agreed to collect all the props his man couldn’t find and check everything for authenticity. Take the whole tote, dear. There’s a copy machine in the library. You can get the key from Marge and run upstairs to make a copy.”

Andrea took the tote with a smile. “What a great idea! Then Tracey can rehearse before we go to the audition. Thanks, Mother. You and Carrie are the best!”

Once Andrea had rushed off to find Marge and get the key to the library, Hannah stood up to go. “I guess I’d better see if Edna

”

“Aunt Hannah!” a small voice interrupted her and Hannah turned to see Tracey and Ross heading their way. “Hi, Honey.”

“Hi!” Both Tracey and Ross spoke at once and then they turned to each other and laughed.

Hannah laughed right along with them. “Not you, Ross. I was talking to my niece.”

“And here I thought you were really warming up to me.” Ross gave her a slightly crooked grin.

Tracey glanced from her aunt to Ross, and then back again. “You’re probably going to tell me it’s none of my business, but are you two flirting?”

“No,” Hannah said, overlapping Ross’s reply of “Yes.”

“I see,” Tracey said, giggling. “Just let me know when I should stop calling you Mr. Barton and switch to Uncle Ross, okay? I’m going up to the buffet table to get some dessert.”

Ross waited until Tracey had left and then he mopped his brow with his handkerchief. “Whew! She’s a real pistol. I bet you were just like her at that age.”

“Not at all. I was a shy, retiring child.”

Hannah’s smile belied her words and Ross laughed. “Right. I just can’t get over how bright Tracey is. When I introduced her to the head of the makeup department, she asked about the differences between stage makeup, movie makeup, and street makeup.”

“That’s Tracey,” Hannah replied, proud that her niece could phrase intelligent questions. “Did Lynne like her?”

“Lynne was crazy about her. They talked for a couple of minutes and then Lynne said if she ever had a daughter, she’d want her to be just like Tracey.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Lynne’s career. Tracey said she’d seen her in one of her TV dramas and she wanted to know if Lynne was really crying in one scene. Lynne said no, she was acting, and Tracey could hardly believe it. She said it looked so real to her that she started to sniffle.”

Smart move, Hannah thought, but she didn’t say it. Actors always loved to hear their work praised.