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much about the other women. They were more inclined to sit at the table and let others approach them.”
I nodded. I vaguely remembered the other two women, who had come back repeatedly to the food truck for more hot dogs. They’d been the adventurous types who had tried one type and then the other. Yet I’d done little more than just notice them. I had no idea of a timeline of events at Table 15.
“The two women arrived before I did at the table,” Eunice remembered. “They took the seats with the best view of the bridal table. I had to sit with my back to my niece.”
I nodded, understanding now why she’d walked around so much at the reception. She had been in a less desirable seat, so she opted to not sit there. So much for seating charts.
“I assume you all ate together?” I asked, wanting to hear more about these women.
“Yes – if you can call it that,” she replied. “They were not very polite. The one chewed with her mouth open and the other got the glaze all over her dress. She just let it soak in. She didn’t blot it or anything.”
I nodded, knowing that the glaze could leave a stain. I had the t-shirts to prove it.
“Did they indicate anything about being in trouble or needing help?” I asked, wondering again about the message on the tablecloth and what it was supposed to mean.
“They were fine when I left. My ride wanted to leave early, because she’d only worn a sleeveless dress and wanted to get home. I had to go because I had come with her.”
“So they were there last,” I said, which answered my first question. “And they didn’t indicate any need for help?”
“Not unless you consider bad manner to be an emergency, no.”
I thanked her, and the butler returned to let me out of the house. I had the number for the two maiden aunts, but I hesitated to use it. The pair were likely to be home, and I could get answers. Yet at the same time, the more people who knew I was looking into this, the higher the chance that Detective Green would come after me for investigating. While it sounded harmless enough to look into the request for help, I strongly suspected that the message and the murder had to be related.
I remembered where Land was at the moment and steeled myself to call the other aunts. By all accounts, the women were somewhat eccentric, and so I hesitated to rely on them for a coherent account of what had happened or any type of clue that they might have seen. They would just have to serve as background information, if that. They were not going to be the star witnesses in saving Land from a jail term.
They were home and welcomed me over. I thanked them and headed back towards Capital City. The two aunts lived in an older neighborhood, one that had once been refined but was now mostly known for crime and drugs. I was guessing that the pair had started young here and kept the house despite the changing neighborhood.
I was right. The home looked clean and respectable, even though the home next to theirs had been marked condemned. One of the sisters came out to greet me as I got out of the car. I was a bit glad, because this was a rougher part of town. On a normal day, I would have brought Land, but that wasn’t possible.
The sister escorted me into the house, which was nearly as refined as Eunice’s home, despite the neighborhood. It was odd how the homes of these elderly women were so similar even though Eunice had looked down on the pair.
“Won’t you come in?” she said as she shuffled down the hall, leaving me to close the door. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Thank you.” I sat down in a room similar to Eunice’s parlor with older tables and overstuffed furniture. I didn’t worry as much here about the impression I made, because the woman plopped down in the chair and acted as though she might fall asleep.
“I’m sorry, dear. I’m just tired. My sister’s been ill, and I’ve been tending to her.” She did look tired at closer glance. She had
I nodded. I vaguely remembered the other two women, who had come back repeatedly to the food truck for more hot dogs. They’d been the adventurous types who had tried one type and then the other. Yet I’d done little more than just notice them. I had no idea of a timeline of events at Table 15.
“The two women arrived before I did at the table,” Eunice remembered. “They took the seats with the best view of the bridal table. I had to sit with my back to my niece.”
I nodded, understanding now why she’d walked around so much at the reception. She had been in a less desirable seat, so she opted to not sit there. So much for seating charts.
“I assume you all ate together?” I asked, wanting to hear more about these women.
“Yes – if you can call it that,” she replied. “They were not very polite. The one chewed with her mouth open and the other got the glaze all over her dress. She just let it soak in. She didn’t blot it or anything.”
I nodded, knowing that the glaze could leave a stain. I had the t-shirts to prove it.
“Did they indicate anything about being in trouble or needing help?” I asked, wondering again about the message on the tablecloth and what it was supposed to mean.
“They were fine when I left. My ride wanted to leave early, because she’d only worn a sleeveless dress and wanted to get home. I had to go because I had come with her.”
“So they were there last,” I said, which answered my first question. “And they didn’t indicate any need for help?”
“Not unless you consider bad manner to be an emergency, no.”
I thanked her, and the butler returned to let me out of the house. I had the number for the two maiden aunts, but I hesitated to use it. The pair were likely to be home, and I could get answers. Yet at the same time, the more people who knew I was looking into this, the higher the chance that Detective Green would come after me for investigating. While it sounded harmless enough to look into the request for help, I strongly suspected that the message and the murder had to be related.
I remembered where Land was at the moment and steeled myself to call the other aunts. By all accounts, the women were somewhat eccentric, and so I hesitated to rely on them for a coherent account of what had happened or any type of clue that they might have seen. They would just have to serve as background information, if that. They were not going to be the star witnesses in saving Land from a jail term.
They were home and welcomed me over. I thanked them and headed back towards Capital City. The two aunts lived in an older neighborhood, one that had once been refined but was now mostly known for crime and drugs. I was guessing that the pair had started young here and kept the house despite the changing neighborhood.
I was right. The home looked clean and respectable, even though the home next to theirs had been marked condemned. One of the sisters came out to greet me as I got out of the car. I was a bit glad, because this was a rougher part of town. On a normal day, I would have brought Land, but that wasn’t possible.
The sister escorted me into the house, which was nearly as refined as Eunice’s home, despite the neighborhood. It was odd how the homes of these elderly women were so similar even though Eunice had looked down on the pair.
“Won’t you come in?” she said as she shuffled down the hall, leaving me to close the door. “It’s nice to see you again.”
“Thank you.” I sat down in a room similar to Eunice’s parlor with older tables and overstuffed furniture. I didn’t worry as much here about the impression I made, because the woman plopped down in the chair and acted as though she might fall asleep.
“I’m sorry, dear. I’m just tired. My sister’s been ill, and I’ve been tending to her.” She did look tired at closer glance. She had
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