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Dead Women Do Talk
I wandered over to the bed to gaze at the late Mrs. Frissell to see if I remembered her. It had been a very long time since I had last seen her. But yes, I still remembered her, or at least she looked like someone from the neighborhood a very long time ago.
I noticed her eyelids seemed to bulge slightly, although it was hard to say if her eyeballs themselves were bulging since, thankfully, her eyes were closed. I also noted her lips were blue. Something nagged at the back of my mind about blue lips. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
I thought I’d better take this opportunity to quickly go through her nightstand to see if there was anything Joy and I should know about her death for the investigation.
I pulled open the drawer to discover a few letters from grou
