Chapter 11
“Ladies, why in the world are we here this morning? I thought we agreed we don’t want to share the same fate as Stuart Helm!” said Mary in a very loud whisper.
“Mary!” pleaded Doris, the head of Knitting for Good—an organization that was made up of some of the more senior ladies of the Rosewood community. “Shush! As I said by telephone chain, the police cleared this place. There were no traces of poison whatsoever. Nicole’s cannolis must have been tainted after they were purchased here.”
“I’m the last person on the chain, and the message I heard was that we we’re all gonna die this morning,” said Charlotte quite matter-of-factly. A soft-spoken member, she always had a knack for saying the most surprising remarks despite her gentle nature. Nicole, naturally, was cringing as sh
