Chapter Thirteen
I walked next door to Mrs. Lassiter’s house with two tomatoes in my hand. An elegant woman in her eighties, Joan Lassiter was the town matriarch. Her approval guaranteed success for any project planned by the town council. Mrs. Lassiter wasn’t only my neighbor. She served as president of the Friends of the Miller’s Cove Library, so I stayed on her good side. I kept my hedges trimmed and mowed my grass before she could cast a critical eye on it. She sat on the front porch on a wicker chaise lounge sipping a tall glass of lemonade.
“ What a pleasant surprise. Come sit down and tell me what in the world is going on with Founder’s Day.” Mrs. Lassiter gestured towards the chair beside her. “I already heard about the murder in the park. Phee, nice young ladies do not stumble
