women-sleuths

Quote taken from Chapter 1:I know what." Isabel reached under the end table, took out the game board, and rattled the Band-Aid box containing the letter tiles. "It's been a week-and-a-half since our last Scrabble game.

Alma didn__ want Isabel to start singing the praises of their pet, a rescue beagle, or she wouldn__ shush until sundown. ____e found the missing lady,_ Alma said. __ay welcome home, Betsy Sweet.

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.

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.

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.