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she asked, without lifting her head.
    “That a homeless man was murdered yesterday and that Joseph and his girlfriend, Cindy, were among the people questioned by police at the scene.”
    “Oh, no,” she moaned. “Not good. No one will ever believe I’m not his girlfriend now.”
    “Aren’t you?”
    “No!”
    “Didn’t you go to the movies together yesterday?”
    “Yes, but we realized we’re nothing more than friends, and we’re both happy that way.”
    “Oh. Really?”
    “Yes, really,” Cindy said, raising her head, wondering why Geanie was obsessing on that and not commenting that Cindy had managed to stumble into yet another crime scene. She cleared her throat. “So what fresh torture awaits us this morning?”
    “Wildman is going a little crazy trying to nail down the last-minute details on the food drive.”
    “Of course he is.”
    Wildman was the nickname for the church’s youth pastor, a great guy who had been accused more than once of being bipolar. Still, dealing with teenagers could make just about anyone that way, Cindy figured.
    “So what exactly is the problem, and does it require us to do anything?”
    “I don’t know, and I don’t know. Sorry, not very helpful.”
    Cindy sighed. “That’s okay. Anything else I should know about?”
    “Um. He also mentioned that deposit money is going to start coming in this week for the high school weekend camp in March.”
    “Oh, goody, deposit money. I think I’m sick.”
    “You’re not sick.”
    “Well, I wish I was. Does homesick count?”
    “Sorry, can’t give it to you,” Geanie said. “At least it’s a short week thanks to Thanksgiving.”
    “Let us give thanks.”
    “Nice one.”
    Cindy turned on her computer and waited for it to boot up. Thanksgiving. Still no invitations, and she was beginning to wonder what she was going to do.
    “Are you going to your folks’ house for Thanksgiving?” Cindy asked.
    Geanie shook her head. “They’re celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary by taking a cruise. Looks like I’ll be flying solo this year.”
    “Me too. Hey, I know, why don’t you come over to my house, and we can do Thanksgiving together?”
    “Seriously?”
    Cindy knew it was probably the sleep deprivation talking, but it did seem like a good idea. “Yeah. I don’t have anywhereto go this year, either. There’s nothing to say we can’t make Thanksgiving dinner ourselves.”
    “I don’t know. You’ve never seen me in the kitchen.”
    “Okay, then I can make it. You can bring pie.”
    “Is it cool if it comes from a store?”
    “Absolutely,” Cindy said, turning to look as the office door opened and Joseph walked in. Speak of the devil.
    “You’re on,” Geanie said.
    “What’s on?” Joseph asked.
    “Thanksgiving at Cindy’s,” Geanie said.
    “Really? What does a guy have to do to get an invite?”
    “ You don’t have anywhere to go for Thanksgiving?” Cindy asked.
    He shrugged. “I don’t have any family, and I usually take the holiday to travel somewhere. The police want me sticking close by, though, in light of everything that’s been happening.”
    “You’re not a suspect?” Geanie asked, horrified.
    “There are a lot of connections to me, and I guess they want to be able to get hold of me whenever they have a question.”
    Cindy wanted to know what they had asked Joseph after they had escorted her from the scene the night before. He looked almost as tired as she felt, but otherwise he seemed none the worse for wear. He turned to look at her and gave her a weary smile.
    “We’d love to have you join our misfit Thanksgiving,” Cindy said.
    “But you have to bring sparkling cider,” Geanie said.
    “Easy enough. Will a case do?”
    Cindy burst out laughing. “There’s only going to be three of us.”
    “So far. These things have a way of spinning out of control,” Joseph said, giving Geanie a wink.
    “In that case, I’d better bring two pies,” Geanie said, blushing.
    “So