Caught In The Act
"Merry, could you drop me at my parents' after work?" Jolene Meister asked as we left The News office for lunch.
"My father brought me in this morning."
I'd only have to go out of my way a couple of blocks, so I said, "Sure. No problem."
And that easily and innocently I precipitated my involvement in murder.
Again.
Jolene and I walked to Ferretti's, the best eating our small town had to offer. The winter wind on this dingy December Tuesday bit through my new red coat, and I suspected my nose was turning almost as rosy as my wool blend. The two scars on my nose that I'd gotten in a bike accident when I was eight years old would be turning a contrasting blue.
Ah, well, I thought. If I smile, I can have a patriotic face: red nose, white teeth and blue scars.
Gene Autry was serenading downtown Amhearst about Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer over a tinny public address system by Santa's little house. How come a cowboy had made millions off a deer's red nose and all I got from mine was a color scheme?
"Hey, Jolene." Ferretti's hostess, a brassy blonde named Astrid, seated us with a smile, then left.
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