By Saturday morning I was happy to have the chance to sleep in. Martha and I snuggled in our cozy bed until almost eight o'clock. After breakfast, I read the paper in a leisurely fashion over a pot of my favorite tea. I was feeling quite smug, even though I hadn't uncovered the murderer myself, my best friend had, and I had helped in the investigation.

    I took inventory of all that I had learned on this case, and made a few more notes for myself. I knew I would need to begin my chronicle of the case the next day at the latest.

    At noon, Shirley came by for lunch. One thing about Shirley, she's easy to cook for. I chopped up a few vegetables, peeled and sliced a couple of kiwis, sliced some tomatoes from the patio pot on my deck, and set out a loa...

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