Polly Dent Loses Grip (A LaTisha Barnhart Mystery) (29 page)

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Sue Mie was proud of her part in busting the scheme. She’d admitted to having a grudge against Otis for the “accident” that had occurred to her uncle, and took the job as CNA in hopes of finding proof that Otis Payne cut corners. Her frustration with Otis was also the reason she called the police after Polly’s fall, to get back at him for her uncle’s fall that, in her mind, was no accident. We keep in touch now, and I send her care packages for her two little boys.

Mitzi
’s poems had been scarily on target. I wondered just how much she truly had seen, and figured Otis and Dr. Kwan probably didn’t pay her much attention even if she had spied them since they knew she wouldn’t be a reliable witness.

Hardy and me found a new place for
Matilda
and Darren, who both wanted to move from Bridgeton Towers
. Can’t say that we blame them. Being that Momma and Darren have become such good friends, we made sure to find a place they both loved.

We’re still not sure what will happen to Thomas since he admitted to pulling the emergency key. Hardy and I promised him we’d help him out if we could. Gertrude will no doubt prove a character witness for him, should the need arise.

As for me, the results are in. Test results, that is. Seems I’ve got me a good case of Diabetes. It almost killed me to hear those words
. The doctor reassured me I could control it without insulin for now, but I needed to think about changing my diet. Hardy chuckled at that one, until I banged him on his leg with my purse. But the sparkle was still in his eyes. When I let loose that a diet for me meant none of his favorites anymore, he sure lost the sass.
I dragged
him
along to some support group meetings where we learned all kinds of useful information
.

Still, the d
iabetes couldn’t have happened at a worse time, what with Hardy and me in the process of buying Your Goose Is Cooked, the restaurant we’ve been talking about for the last few months. But we’re looking forward to a new adventure as owners, and I’ll stir up some healthy things, maybe even a salad or two. Who knows?
Interpreted,
Doc

s
diet change means losing weight,
so I have great motivation to cook up some new
healthy treats
.

Lela is working at the boutique in Maple Gap, taking good care of Sara in her off hours. Sara’s growing weaker daily. I can’t bear to watch this baby slipping away. Her momma and I are in constant touch and I’m praying mighty hard that the Good Lord will bundle her up close to Him. I’ve never had to face losing a child and can’t imagine even touching the sharpness of that pain, but I can do what I can to help others in small ways.

Hardy and I are going to slip away to visit little Arianna in the next couple of months before we open the restaurant, since we know managing that place will be full time until we can get someone dependable to be cook and manager in our absence. Oh, and there’s those new grandbabies coming soon.

 
 
 

About the Author

S. Dionne Moore writes the
LaTisha
Barnhart Mystery series,
LaTisha
is the creator. Together they inspire one another to greatness, both in faith and fiction. S. Dionne can still do an entire week of laundry in a day. . .aren’t you impressed? Besides writing, she is also a choir director, homeschooler, and the sole organizer of organization. Born and raised in Northern Virginia, she is a city girl with a small-town heart transplant who no longer has to take anti-rejection drugs! You can read more about her at her Website, www.sdionnemoore.com

 
 

About Spyglass Lane

Spyglass Lane Mysteries is a collection of Christian cozy mysteries—modern-day
whodunnits
with colorful characters and plenty of wholesome romance.

 

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