By Tamar Myers
Pickled...Then Potted All that continues to be of Lula Mae Wiggins-who drowned in a bath of inexpensive champagne on New Year's Eve-now sits in an alleged Etruscan urn in Savannah, Georgia. extra north, on the Den of Antiquity old store in Charlotte, North Carolina, plucky owner Abigail Timberlake is astonished to benefit that she is the only real inheitor of the Wiggins property. overdue Aunt Lula Mae used to be, in any case, as far-off a relative as relations can get. Arriving in picturesque Savannah, Abby makes a few startling discoveries. First, that Lula Mae's ultimate resting pot is extra American reasonable than Italian vintage. And moment, that there has been a really precious 1793 one-cent piece taped to the interior lid. might be a coin assortment worthy hundreds of thousands is hidden one of the deceased's worldly possessions-making Lula's passoing extra suspicious than orginally surmised. With the unusual visual appeal of a voodoo preistess coupled with the nerve-racking disappearance of a enjoyed one-and with nasty kinfolk skeletons tumbling from the bushes like acorns-Abby must locate her penny auntie's killer p.d.q...or she'll be as much as her ashes in deep trouble!
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She had deep voice that resonated of cigarettes and age. “I ain’t no car-jacker. And if I was, I sure wouldn’t get me a bitty little car like this. ” I was trying to feel under my seat with my foot. I sometimes keep an umbrella there. It wouldn’t be of much use against a real weapon, but deployed at the right time, it might allow Mama and me to escape. “My name is Diamond,” the woman said. ” “That’s none of your business,” Mama snapped. “Abby”—her voice was now a whisper—“step on the gas and ram the gates.
At any rate, they made very little sound getting into bed but once there imme- A PENNY URNED 39 diately began snoring like the drunks they were. I put up with the double assault of auditory and olfactory abuse for about a minute, and then quite wisely sought the couch. Ashley, bless her goldenred tresses, had been unable to come up with a rollaway but had made sure we were amply supplied with sheets, pillows, and extra blankets. There may not be many perks to being my size, but being able to stretch out, with room to spare, on a hotel couch is one of them.
This ferocious beast,” I said, after Mama and I had introduced ourselves, “is Dmitri Timberlake. He’s eight years old. ” Dmitri produced a moan that sounded like it had escaped from the gates of hell. ” I smiled at Lougee. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. ” Lougee had the grace to return my smile. “Strange place, long car ride, it’s not so unusual. Maybe he smells other cats. Maybe dogs. ” “No, ma’am. ” “That explains it, then. He’s just insecure. But he’ll adjust. ” She reached out again, and this time Dmitri swiped at her with a paw.