Chapter 34 ~ December 27 The Google SleuthCamelia returned to a blissfully warm, silent house. Sophie and Steve had gone to a friend’s, and Leon was sprawled on the bed taking a nap. The cloudy sky cast a faint, gray glow over the living room where Camelia huddled by the fireplace, wishing she could justify a tall vodka soda. Her head pounded. Maybe just a nip?
Holiday drinking hours apply, and it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!
She tiptoed to the kitchen and splashed some vodka in a cup, topping it with cranberry juice. After the first gulp, she drained the glass.
Dry January. For real.
She went back to her corner of the sofa by the fire. In her mind, a tangle of disconnected ideas formed a Gordian knot. Auntie Freda was an elderly woman. A host of things could have gone wrong. Even so, the ni
