Hannah thought back to her first visitation, the one from the Ghost of Christmas Past. Bonnie had been sitting on a stool at the bar in the Corner Tavern when Hannah had walked in. When the stool next to Hannah had become vacant, Bonnie had moved to join her and Hannah had looked over to make sure that Bonnie hadn’t left any of her belongings behind.

“Shoes!” Hannah said aloud, remembering that Bonnie had been wearing bright red tennis shoes and gray and orange argyle socks. The socks were Gil’s. Hannah was sure of it. Gil Surma had always been fond of argyle socks, and he wore them to school every day. Red shoes with a pair of her husband’s gray and orange socks was an odd combination for Bonnie. She was someone who normally dressed conservatively. Bonnie’s tennis shoes hadn’t looked wet, and there had been no puddles of moisture in the sawdust on the floor. Had Bonnie worn her damaged boots inside the Corner Tavern and changed to her tennis shoes when she’d hung up her coat? And had the only dry socks in her car been a pair of Gil’s?

Hannah jotted a note. Where were Bonnie’s boots? Were they still on the boot rack at the Corner Tavern? There was only one way to find out, and Hannah was just getting up from her stool at the workstation when Michelle came into the kitchen.

“Hi, Hannah. I didn’t hear you come in. Did Danielle like the muffins?”

“She loved them. She was going to save one for Benton, but I’m not placing any bets that he’ll actually get it.”

Michelle laughed. “Did you find out what you needed to know?”

“I’m not sure. About the only thing I know for sure is that Bonnie Surma is sick. Danielle told me that. I thought it might be nice to take her something to cheer her up. What do we have that might be good for someone who’s got a terrible cold?”

“Janelle’s Chicken Soup,” Michelle answered immediately. “I made a pot the last time I was here at The Cookie Jar, and I stuck some in the freezer. I’ll get it out and thaw it for you.”

“Perfect. Thanks, Michelle.”

“Take some Butterscotch Crunch Fudge, too. Lisa and I made it while you were at Danielle’s dance studio. It’s in the cooler and it should be ready to cut by now. It’s delicious, and Bonne’s bound to like that. I’d give you one of the Cashew Candy Rolls we made for the opening night of the play, but they’re not hard enough to cut yet.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure Bonnie will love the soup and the Butterscotch Crunch Candy.”