Ed Lynskey

Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.

The busy snoops like us can leave no stone unturned," Alma said.

My feet crunched over dry hickory leaves. Wood rangers had stapled up Smokey Bear (__nly You Can Prevent Forest Fires!_) signs along the state roads. One cigarette butt flicked out a passing car window and there__ be real hell to pay.

Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.

You__e a nosy sleuth like me because you can__ help it,_ Alma said.

Shouldering the duffel bag with the Marine Corps bulldog, Old Man knocked Jan's photo off the bed table. He turned to stone staring down at the photo. His face then splintered into hurt. Tears seeped into his eyes. He grappled for the nearest bedpost and slumped forward on extended arms. His shoulders jerked and head sagged a little while his heart broke. Old Man cried the mute cry of men of his generation.

Quote is taken from Chapter 1:A decade ago when Isabel__ husband Max had died, they__ moved in together and merged their possessions. Neither sister brought any fussy teapots, canaries, sachets, or doilies, but lots of other stuff had to either stay or go. Looking at the lime green gave Alma the willies. Her suggestion to slipcover it in a more subdued color had garnered Isabel__ frosty stare, and Alma had dropped the matter.