“Yes, I’m going,” I said, my attention captured by a light, misty swirl coming from the end of the biography row. Was it Lavinia listening in again?

“I imagine most of the town will turn out,” Josiah said. “Everyone knew her from the library.”

“Where’s Bing?” I asked, suddenly realizing he was missing.

“Oh, he called this morning,” Josiah answered. “Said he didn’t feel good this morning and not to worry about him if he didn’t show up.”

I frowned at my coffee. He sure looked okay when I saw him rushing down the road. Then again, maybe he was rushing to the doctor’s office.

“Did you find out any more about those bronzes?” Hattie asked.

“No. You?”

She shook her head. “Some of the old-timers remember them being donated, but no one knew they were valuable.”

I caught a glimpse of Pandora trotting over to the biography row and watched her swat at the mist out of the corner of my eye.

“I was going to close up early today and check them out at the library before I headed out to Lavinia’s funeral,” I said.

“Good idea.” Hattie nodded. “I’m sure the police must be looking at them by now.”

“We don’t even know if the police know about them.” Cordelia turned to me. “Did you mention them to Augusta?”

I shook my head.

“Not yet.” I’d been too busy snooping around in Ophelia’s house.

“Well, you probably have work to do seeing as it’s a short day, and I have to get home and start getting spiffed up for the funeral.” Josiah started toward the door.

“Come on, sister. We need to get some tea over at Pepper’s and then take a little nap before we go to Lavinia’s service.” Cordelia grabbed Hattie’s elbow and they followed Josiah to the door.

Josiah opened it and gestured for the ladies to precede him. They stepped through, then turned back to me. “See you there, Willa.”

I nodded and waved, then the three of them spilled out onto the street and the door shut, leaving me alone in the store. Well, alone as far as earthly inhabitants go, that is.

The swirling mist at the end of the biography row glided toward me, slowly forming into the shape of Lavinia. “So, you’re going to my funeral?”

“Of course. The killer might be there. Maybe I can pick her out.”

“Her?”

“My money is on Ophelia, although I have to admit I still can’t figure out her motive.”

“Oh yes, you found that blue cape. I remember that cape, now that you mention it. She used to wear that out a lot with Pete.” Lavinia leaned in toward me. “Haven’t seen her wear it since he died.”

“So? You’re not trying to tell me she wouldn’t have been wearing it, are you?”