By Livia J. Washburn
All yr around, retired schoolteacher Phyllis Newsom is as candy as peach pie-except in the course of the Peach pageant, whose blue ribbon has slipped via Phyllis's palms greater than once...
Everyone's a bit shook up while the corpse of a no-good neighborhood turns up beneath a automobile in an area storage. yet at the same time Phyllis engages in a few beginner sleuthing, she will not enable it distract her from out-baking her competitors and profitable the impending Peach pageant contest.
She and the entire different contestants safeguard their mystery, unique recipes with their lives-and speak loads of trash. together with her strange highly spiced Peach Cobbler, Phyllis hopes to knock 'em lifeless. yet that is simply an expression-never in her wildest goals did she imagine her cobbler would truly kill a pass judgement on. Now, she's suspected of murder-and she's bought to bake this example vast open.
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The slamming of a car door made her look toward the Bishop farmhouse and the bam, about three hundred yards away. She saw that a pickup had pulled up in front of the barn. A man stood next to it, talking to Newt Bishop, who had circled through the orchard and returned to the barn by now. Phyllis recognized Newt by his clothes and his barrellike shape. She had no idea who the other man was, only that he was younger, taller, and leaner. And perhaps angry, to judge by the way he waved his arms around as he talked to Newt.
Building, Phyllis stopped short. A dark blue pickup had pulled up in the ' church's driveway and stopped behind the hearse. A tall, slender man got out from behind the wheel and slammed the door hard. A boy climbed out of the truck on the passenger side and closed his door more carefully. One of the men from the funeral home came over to speak to them. " Eve. asked. " "They'll be starting soon," Mattie put in. Phyllis gave a little shake of her head. "Yes, of course;' she said. She had recognized the boy who got out of the pickup.
One of the ladies from the church got up and sang a hymn, the preacher made a few more remarks, and then the organist played while the men from the funeral home moved the flower arrangement from the top of the casket, opened the lid, and folded back the lining. Everyone stood to file past the coffin for a last look at the deceased, a custom that . Phyllis, in her heart of hearts; regarded as somewhat barbaric and morbid. She had already decided that when she went, they could darned well leave the coffin closed.