Chapters (41)
- Cover
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Books by Joanne Fluke
- CREAM PUFF MURDER
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments:
- Contents
- 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
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Index of Recipes
- Baking Conversion Chart
- Copyright
“Yes. It’s got a built-in high-speed charger so I can do it anywhere. That’s one of the features I love about this phone. I don’t think it holds a charge very well, though.”
“Really?” Hannah opened her locker and took out the sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt she kept there.
“There was a lot of interference when Bill called, and that happens sometimes when the battery’s low. I’ll let it charge up while I dress and see if it’s better when I’m ready to go.”
Both sisters toweled off with the large bath towels the spa provided and began to dress. Andrea put on the clothes she’d worn on the drive out, and Hannah pulled on her sweatpants and hooded sweatshirt.
“Don’t forget your cell phone,” Hannah reminded Andrea.
“Thanks!” Andrea unplugged it and flipped it open. She dialed a number and listened for a minute, and then she nodded. “It’s fine now. No interference at all.”
“Who did you call? You didn’t say anything.”
“I called the number for time of day. I didn’t want to get involved in a long conversation.” Andrea dropped her cell phone in her purse, picked up her winter jacket, and headed for the door. “Are you leaving or staying?”
“I’m staying.” Hannah grabbed her purse and her parka and followed her sister out of the dressing room. “I’ll still have lots of time to drive home and dress for dinner with Norman.”
“I’ll touch base with you tonight, then,” Andrea said, giving a little wave and heading for the exit. But she took only a couple of steps before she turned and came back again. “Here,” she said, drawing a plastic bag from her purse. “I almost forget to give it to you. I got one for Michelle, and Lisa, and Norman too. Now we can all have roses in the winter.”
Hannah glanced inside the bag and smiled. Andrea had given her a red plastic rose with a very long stem. “For my antenna?” she asked, remembering their conversation about Andrea’s flower on the antenna of her Volvo.
“That’s right. There’s a wire in the stem so you can just wind it around your antenna and it’ll stay there. And because it’s plastic, it won’t get ruined by the snow and ice.”
“This is really sweet of you, Andrea,” Hannah said, and she meant it. Andrea had cared enough to shop for the roses and give them to Norman, Lisa, and her sisters. For someone who’d been extremely self-centered a few years ago, Andrea had turned into a thoughtful and caring person.