It was nearly supper time at Junior and Rhonda’s, and Bobby Norris was the only one still to arrive. They were talking as Allie finished the cookies she was making. Buddy could not help but notice that Junior would laugh whenever he looked at the cookies or when they were mentioned.
“Allie, what do you have up your sleeve?” Buddy asked.
“What on earth do you mean, Sheriff?” Allie asked him innocently as she continued to dip the cookies in icing.
“I mean, you've been grinning like a Cheshire cat since I got here, and every time Junior sets his eyes on you or those cookies, he bursts into laughter. What are you up to, Allie? Did you poison them with something?” Buddy probed, his curiosity piqued.
“Of course, I did not poison them! I took an oath to help others, not murder them, remember
