Lemon Meringue Pie Murder

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over at her answer machine. The little red light for incoming messages was blinking frantically. Andrea had called, several times by the looks of it. Hannah slammed the phone back in the cradle before it could ring and retrieved her messages. There were six and every one of them was from Andrea. When Hannah had come home from her catering job, she'd been too tired to check for messages. And she'd forgotten all about it this morning.

 

Hannah had just finished erasing Andrea's messages when the phone rang again. Delores? Andrea? Hannah grabbed it on the second ring, wondering if she'd ever get the chance to skin out the door.

 

"Hannah?" It was Norman again. "Sorry to bother you twice in one morning, but do you still have that pen I gave you for Christmas?"

 

Hannah's eyebrows shot up. How quickly they forgot! ""You didn't give me a pen. You gave me a silk scarf and a gold circle pin."

 

"I know. That was your real gift for under the tree. I'm talking about the giveaway pens from the Rhodes Dental Clinic. You didn't throw yours away, did you?"

 

"Of course I didn't. I thought it was cute. I've never had a pen shaped like a toothbrush before. It's right here ... somewhere."

 

"Could you look? I saved some, but they're in a box in Mother's garage and I don't have time to look for them. I thought it would be a nice touch if I used one to sign the papers. It's not critical or anything, but the pens were my dad's design, and since he can't be here, I..."

 

"I'll look right now," Hannah interrupted him. "Hold on a second."

 

Hannah put down the phone, upended her purse, and dumped the contents on the surface of the kitchen table. There were at least two dozen pens and pencils, but the one from the Rhodes Dental Clinic wasn't among them. She stuffed everything back inside her purse and checked the cracked

 

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coffee mug on the table that served as her penholder. No Rhodes Dental pen there, either.

 

"Sorry, Norman," Hannah said, getting back on the phone to report. "I checked my purse and the pen jar on the table, but it's not there."

 

"How about your bed table? You told me you always keep a pen and steno pad handy in case you get an inspiration for a recipe in the middle of the night."

 

Hannah was surprised. She didn't recall mentioning that to Norman. "I'll check before I leave. If I find it, I'll bring it down to the shop with me."

 

Hannah hung up the phone and headed back to her bedroom. It was clear that Norman was nervous about buying his first house. Becoming a homeowner was a big step. When she'd signed the papers for her condo, she'd found herself missing her father, wishing that he'd lived long enough to see her take this step into adulthood. If signing the papers with a Rhodes Dental Clinic pen that his father had designed would make Norman feel more comfortable, she'd spend the next hour looking for it.

 

And there it was! Hannah's eyes locked on the pen the moment she stepped inside her bedroom. She grabbed it, stuffed it inside her purse, and was just preparing to step outside her condo door when the phone rang again. It was probably Norman, wondering if she'd found the pen. Hannah rushed back into the kitchen, almost tripping over Moishe in her haste, and snatched up the phone before it could ring a second time.

 

"Hi, Norman. Your pen was in my bedroom, right where you said it would be. I'll bring it to work with me."

 

Hannah heard a startled gasp, followed by a lengthy silence. The person on the other end of the line was so quiet, Hannah could hear a clock ticking in the background.

 

"Oh-oh," Hannah breathed, recalling the exact words she'd spoken when she'd answered the phone. For someone who hadn't been a party to her earlier conversations with Norman,

 

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the fact that his pen had been in her bedroom would be food for some juicy gossip. She was about to say hello again, hoping that the call had been a wrong number, when the ticking clock began to chime and she recognized the strains of "Edelweiss."

 

Hannah groaned. She'd really stuck her foot in it now. The only person in Lake Eden who had a clock that chimed "Edelweiss" was her mother!

 

 

 

 

 

6 CTnhis is your mother, Hannah," Delores Swensen said at A last. "How did Norman's pen get into your bedroom? "

 

Hannah started to laugh. She couldn't help it. She'd never heard her mother sound so shocked before.

 

"Stop that laughing and tell me! I'm your mother. I have a right to know!"

 

Hannah wasn't about to argue that point, not when her mother sounded capable of going into cardiac arrest any second. "Relax, Mother. Norman wanted me to find the Rhodes Dental Clinic pen he gave out at Christmas. I told him I always keep a pen on my bed table and he suggested that I look for it there."

 

"Oh. That's different. For a minute there, I thought... never mind. Why does Norman need that particular pen?"

 

"He's signing some papers this morning and he wants to use it for sentimental reasons. He just bought a house."

 

"Norman bought a house? Which house? Where?"

 

"It's the Voelker place. He's going to tear it down and build our dream house on the land."

 

"What dream house?"

 

"The one we designed for that contest we won. You remember, don't you?"

 

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"Of course. You showed me the blueprints. But that house was huge, wasn't it?"

 

"Four-bedroom, three-bath."

 

"But a house like that is much too big for..." Delores stopped speaking and gasped. "Is there something you're not telling me, Hannah?"

 

"Not a thing."

 

"Then you're not considering any life-altering changes?"

 

Hannah glanced at the clock and frowned. "The only life-altering change I'm considering is ripping the phone off the wall so I can make it to work on time."

 

"Oh. All right then, dear. I'll make it short. I called because I have some wonderful news. Michelle is coming home."

 

"She is?" Hannah started to smile. Her youngest sister had just finished her freshman year at Macalester College and Hannah hadn't seen her since Christmas. "When is she coming?"

 

"On Tuesday night. She doesn't have to go back until Sunday. The Drama Department is moving to a new building and all the student workers have the week off. She's coming in on the eleven o'clock bus and she wants to stay out at the lake cottage."

 

"But I thought you had it rented out for the entire summer."

 

"I did, but Andrea worked something out with the renters. I'm staying out there with Michelle, of course. A girl her age still needs supervision."

 

Hannah grinned, imagining Michelle's reaction to that bit of news. She wouldn't be happy that her idyllic lake vacation would be graced by her mother's presence.

 

"I was hoping you could pick her up at the Quick Stop and bring her out to the lake. I have an important decorator coming in that night and Carrie can't handle her alone. And after that, I have to run straight out to the cottage to get things ready. I'll barely have time to make up the beds and hang the towels before Michelle's bus comes in."

 

"No problem," Hannah reassured her. "I'll meet the bus."

 

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"Thank you, Hannah. I knew I could count on you. I've got to run. Carrie's picking me up in five minutes and I still have to fix my hair. We're doing the front window display this morning."

 

Hannah was smiling as she hung up the phone, not her usual expression after a conversation with her mother. It would be good to have Michelle home again.

 

By seven-thirty, Hannah had accomplished a lot. There were a dozen Lemon Meringue Pies in the ovens and she'd baked all the Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies for Pamela and Toby's wedding reception. She poured the last cup of coffee from her travel carafe, sat down on a stool at the stainless-steel workstation, and reached out to grab one of the Old-Fashioned Sugar Cookies she'd designated as seconds. The cookie was slightly off round and she wanted the wedding cookies to be perfect. She was about to taste it when reality set in. She couldn't have cookies. She was on a diet. In her heart of hearts, she knew she had at least twenty pounds to lose, maybe even more. And come to think of it, perhaps that was why Norman hadn't asked her to marry him.

 

Sighing a bit, Hannah placed the cookie back on the plate. She had to exercise willpower. She had to be strong. She'd just convince herself that she loved low-fat cottage cheese and salads until she could get back into her summer slacks. Once she got down to the perfect weight, Norman would take one look at her new, svelte figure and pop the question. And she'd say ... What would she say? Did she really want to marry a man who hadn't proposed to her because she was twenty pounds overweight?

 

Hannah reached for the cookie again. She wanted a man who would accept her just the way she was. If twenty pounds or so stood between spinsterhood and wedded bliss, there was something wrong with the system. Besides, marrying Norman would mean that she'd have to give up Mike Kingston.

 

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A sigh escaped Hannah's lips as she thought about Mike. He was the handsome and sexy head detective with the Win-netka County Sheriff's Department. He was also her brother-in-law's partner and Bill hadn't been shy about telling Hannah that he hoped she'd marry Mike. Andrea also liked Mike, but she'd adopted their mother's view. As long as the candidate was male and single, any old groom would do in a pinch.

 

Thoughts of her mother caused Hannah to withdraw her hand without taking the cookie. If she got thinner and Norman proposed, Delores would have to stop playing matchmaker and fixing her up with every eligible man who stepped inside the Lake Eden city limits.

 

But did she really want to get married at this point in her

 

life? Hannah reached for the cookie again. It might serve her better to stay a little heavy, delay any proposals of marriage, and date both Norman and Mike into perpetuity.

 

The back door opened and Hannah pulled her hand back from the cookie plate. It was a guilty reaction, pure and simple, and she gave her partner, Lisa Herman, an embarrassed smile. "Good morning, Lisa."

 

"Hi, Hannah." Lisa hung her purse on a hook, grabbed her apron, and walked over to stare at Hannah curiously as she put it on. Since she was petite, she had to roll it up around the middle and wind the strings around her waist twice. "I saw you put that cookie back. Is there something wrong with them?"

 

"No. I'm sure they're delicious."

 

"Then why didn't you take one?"

 

"Because I'm on a diet. No desserts until I lose twenty pounds. If you see me reaching for another cookie, slap my hand."

 

"Okay. But what brought this on?"

 

"My favorite pair of summer slacks. I bought them on a shopping trip with Andrea last summer and now I can't even zip them up."

 

"That's strange. You don't look like you've gained weight to me."

 

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"Not to you maybe, but..." Hannah stopped speaking and sighed. "Norman bought a house."

 

"He did?" Lisa looked startled.

 

"It's the house Rhonda Scharf inherited from her great-aunt. He's coming here to sign the papers this morning."

 

"Then Norman's moving?"

 

"Not yet. He's going to bulldoze the old house and start building the dream house we designed for the contest."

 

"That's wonderful," Lisa said, walking over to the sink to wash her hands, "but what does it have to do with you losing weight?" I "He called to tell me about it this morning, but he didn't

 

ask me to marry him."

 

Lisa turned to give Hannah a stern look. "And you really believe that the only reason Norman didn't ask you to marry him is because you're twenty pounds overweight?"

 

"Well... no. But..."

 

"Don't get me wrong," Lisa interrupted her. "Go on a diet if you want to, but don't use Norman for an excuse. He's crazy about you. Anybody can see that. I think he'll ask you one of these days."

 

Hannah felt her spirits rise. "Do you really think so?"

 

"Absolutely. It takes some men a while to work up the nerve. I've been dating Herb for as long as you've been dating Norman, and Herb hasn't proposed yet."

 

"Do you wish he would?" The moment the words were out of her mouth, Hannah regretted them. Lisa's relationship with Herb was none of her business. But Lisa didn't seem to mind the question and she smiled slightly as she dried her hands.

 

"Sometimes I wish he'd ask me. How about you? Do you ; want Norman to ask you?"

 

"I don't know. But I do know I don't want him to ask anyone else."

 

Lisa laughed. "I don't think there's any danger of that. So how about the diet? Is it still on?"

 

Hannah thought about it for a moment. "It's on. I can't afford to buy a whole new wardrobe."