Chapter Twenty-Six
The next day, Lee caught Casey poking around her trash.
“You coming in or checking to see whether I’m properly sorting my recycling?” Lee called from the balcony overlooking the bins behind her store.
Casey pulled out the cardboard box that had caught her attention. It was powder blue, with S. A. stamped in white on the top. “What the hell is this?” she cried, waving the box in the air.
“I know, my cholesterol. But you have to try these cakes. I brought a peach pie over to Barb the other day, it tasted like heaven. You’ve been over there, right?”
“No, Lee, and I can’t believe you’d betray me like that.” She flung the box back into the bin and huffed up the steps.
“Betray you? What are you talking about?” Lee held the door open as Casey marched in.
“You can’t waltz
