A Penny Urned (Den of Antiquity) by Tamar Myers

By Tamar Myers

Pickled...Then Potted All that continues to be of Lula Mae Wiggins-who drowned in a tub 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 inheitor of the Wiggins property. overdue Aunt Lula Mae was once, in any case, as far away a relative as relatives 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 necessary 1793 one-cent piece taped to the interior lid. maybe a coin assortment worthy 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 tense disappearance of a enjoyed one-and with nasty relatives skeletons tumbling from the timber 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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To our right was a wooden staircase, it, too, protected by the plush runner, more simulated gaslights ascending its walls. Understated elegance were two words that immediately came to mind. A black velvet sign on a gilt easel dominated the small foyer. A single gold braid tassel hung from the right corner of the sign. The only discordant note in the scene was the white plastic letters that informed us of the building’s occupants. Apparently the entire bottom floor was reserved for Miss Mimi Merriweather and her School for the Refinement of Young Ladies.

Claims her great-great-granny Ledbetter back in Shelby started an organization of farm girls in the eighteen hundreds and called it the Girl Sprouts of America. She says Miss Low stole that name when she started the Girl Scouts. , her granny’s group fell apart then, and so did her granny. ’s four-wheel drive is definitely missing a tire,” I said kindly. ” Mama grimaced. ” “Sure, Mama. Greg says I have magic fingers. Why don’t you come over and sit beside me, and I’ll give you my special neck rub.

Perhaps his eyes were asking for more, and I just couldn’t see it through the thick lenses. “My mama almost ran into you on the sidewalk yesterday afternoon. ” 42 Tamar Myers Again nothing. ” He shrugged. ” I followed him into a reception area that had been obviously abandoned. The desk was clear save for a bulbless lamp and an upside-down wastebasket. There was no chair. On the wall behind the desk was last year’s calendar. To either side of the desk was a door, and I followed him to the left into a room only slightly better furnished.

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