Chapter 10
The food, I scolded myself. Work! I perused my recipe for Vietnamese slaw. Napa cabbage, carrots, very lightly steamed snow peas—all these needed to be julienned. When my hand became tired from slicing, I decided to stop and check the phone book. Ralph and Fay Shelton lived on Chaucer Drive, one street over from Suz Craig’s street. So what had Ralph been doing up so early this morning? Taking a stroll around the neighborhood? I couldn’t wait for Tom to wake up.
The phone rang. Patricia McCracken’s voice zinged across the wire. “I can’t cancel this party,” she wailed.
“You’d better not,” I exclaimed as I stared at the mountains of colorful vegetables I’d already cut into uniform thin slices.
“The police have been here, Goldy. I was so nervous about seeing everybody at this pa
