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Deadly DessertsIt was one a.m. when the body was finally removed and everyone’s statements had been taken by Sheriff Lewis and Deputy Gwynne. Porter had ended up making two urns of strong French roast coffee. Needless to say, with all the caffeine and commotion, it was unlikely anyone under Aunt Mat’s roof would be sleeping any time soon. Hubert had returned to his former stiff self while Beatrice had clumped around, serving coffee and cherry strudel that the guys with the body bag grabbed to go and the police ate with great relish, and whipped cream.
A couple of local eager-beaver reporters had arrived and hung around by the tall wrought-iron gate in the warmish misty early morning, hoping to get details. None of us felt like making their lives easier, although Rey volunteered to per
