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- Outstanding praise for Joanne Fluke’s delectable Hannah Swensen mysteries!
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE MURDER
- Joanne Fluke
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chocolate Chip Crunch Cookies
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Regency Ginger Crisps
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Pecan Chews
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Black and Whites
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chocolate-Covered Cherry Delights
- Chapter Twenty
- Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Epilogue
- Lovely Lemon Bar Cookies
- Index of Cookie Recipes
- Chapter One
- BROWN SUGAR DROPS
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- MERRY BERRY COOKIES
- Chapter Four
- IBBY’S METAPHYSICAL ENGLISH TOFFEE
- Chapter Five
- BUTTER-SCOTCHIES
- Chapter Six
- CANDY CANE COOKIES
- CHOCOLATE PECAN ROLL
- Chapter Seven
- CHOCOLATE MINT SOFTIES
- Chapter Eight
- FUDGE-AROONS
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- THREE-WAY FUDGE
- Index of Recipes
- Baking Conversion Chart
“It’s such a change. I don’t know what to say.”
“I can see that.” Hannah bent over to pick up her mother’s purse. “I guess I should have washed it off before I got here.”
“No! It actually looks good. You surprise me, Hannah. I had no idea you even knew what eyeliner was.”
“I must have hidden depths.” Hannah grinned at her mother. “Tell me the truth, Mother. Do you really think it’s an improvement?”
“It certainly is! Now, if I could only convince you to dress better, you might actually…” Delores stopped speaking and her eyes narrowed. “I know you hate makeup and there’s only one reason you’d go to all this trouble. Tell me, dear. Did you do this for Norman Rhodes?”
“Norman had nothing to do with it. I drove out to see Luanne Hanks and while I was there, she gave me a makeover.”
“Oh.” Delores looked disappointed. “Well, I think it looks very nice on you. If you’d put on makeup and get all dressed up more often, it might make a real difference in your life.”
Hannah shrugged and decided to change the subject before her mother went into one of her lectures. “Have you seen Andrea? I really need to talk to her.”
“She’s here somewhere. I saw her over by the refreshment table a few minutes ago.”
“I’d better go and find her.” Hannah prepared to make her escape. “See you later, Mother.”
Hannah searched the crowd, but she didn’t see Andrea. She decided she’d look for her sister later and headed off toward the refreshment table, which was set up on the side of the room. She was shirking her duties and Lisa would probably be eager to get home to her father.
“Hi, Hannah. “Lisa smiled as Hannah came up to the table. “Everyone loves your cookies. Mrs. Beeseman’s been back four times.”
“That figures. She loves anything with chocolate. You’ve done a wonderful job, Lisa. If you want to leave now, I can take over.”
“I don’t have to leave, Hannah. My neighbor said he’d sit with Dad until I got home. Besides, I’m really having fun.”
Hannah had trouble believing what she’d heard. “You think serving coffee and cookies at a political fundraiser is fun?
“It’s great. Everybody’s coming over to talk to me and they’re really friendly. Go ahead and circulate, Hannah. You might be able to drum up some new business.”
“Okay, but consider yourself on overtime.” Hannah gave her a long, level look. If this was Lisa’s idea of fun, she really needed to get out more. “I have to talk to Bill. Have you seen him?”
“Not yet. Your sister said he’d be late. I guess there was a whole lot of paperwork for him to do. Do you want me to tell him you’re looking for him when he gets here?”
“Yes, thanks.” Hannah needed to tell Bill about Danielle Watson, but in the meantime, she might be able to find out why Danielle was with Ron when he stocked the school’s cooler. “How about Coach Watson’s wife? Is she here?”