Apple Turnover Murder (Hannah Swensen, #13)(45)

Chapter Fourteen


They were all sitting in the living room, relaxing with another cup of coffee. A platter of cookies, bars, and frosted cake sat on the coffee table inviting everyone except the cats to indulge. Moishe had come out from under Hannah’s bed and he was sitting on Michelle’s lap. Cuddles, the sweet little cat that she was, had just left Andrea’s lap and was crossing the middle of the couch toward Delores.

“Why, just look at this!” Delores remarked, clearly pleased as punch when Cuddles climbed onto her lap. “She likes me!”

Hannah watched as Cuddles started to purr and gazed adoringly up at her mother. Then she turned to look at Moishe, and was forced to cover her burst of laughter with a cough. Moishe’s eyes had narrowed to slits, his hair was beginning to bristle, and his ears were flat against his head. Moishe was not at all pleased. He was staring at Cuddles as if her name were Benidicta Arnold, the biggest feline traitor ever to enter the Lake Eden city limits.

Delores had just said something about Joe Dietz and how he wanted her to come to his house to look at the silver he’d inherited from his sister, when there was a knock at the door. Hannah got up to answer it. This time it was bound to be Mike.

But she was wrong again and her eyes widened in surprise. “Norman?” she gasped.

Before Norman could answer, there was a gleeful yowl from the direction of her mother’s lap and a thud as Cuddles hit the rug running. Not to be outdone, Moishe jumped down with a heavier thud to run after her.

The spectacle of two cats racing toward him didn’t seem to faze Norman in the slightest. He opened his arms to catch the two flying felines as they jumped up almost simultaneously, sending him back a foot or two on the landing.

“Good heavens!” Delores gasped. “That was quite a sight!”

“You should have seen it from here,” Hannah told her. “I thought they were going to knock poor Norman over the rail.”

Norman laughed and nuzzled the two purring cats. “Not a chance,” he said, carrying them inside and placing them in their favorite spots on the back of the couch.

“Coffee?” Hannah asked him.

“Thanks, I could use some.” Norman gave her a quick smile and then he turned to Delores. “Mother said to tell you she’s going to bring you back some Venetian glass.”

“Wonderful!” Delores looked very pleased.

“And then Earl said he was going to buy you some completely outrageous shoes.”

Delores laughed. “I’m not sure I trust Earl’s taste in shoes, not after those beaded boots he bought at the mall!”

“I can’t say I blame you. Those eagles were pretty colorful.”

“Well, I hope they have a simply wonderful time sightseeing, and shopping, and everything else. And how was your visit with your old friends in Minneapolis?”

“Just fine. I toured the clinic. It’s ultramodern, and it’s got everything a dentist could possibly want.”

To Hannah’s ears, Norman sounded a bit envious, but perhaps that was only her imagination. She knew Norman liked his own dental clinic and he’d refurbished it just the way he wanted.

“How long has it been since you’ve seen your friends?” Andrea asked, making conversation.

“I saw two of them at the dental convention I went to last year, but I haven’t seen the other two for at least three years.”

Hannah entered the living room with Norman’s coffee and handed it to him. “I thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow.” And then she asked the question that was uppermost in her mind. “What brought you back early?”

“I heard about the murder on the news. And I wanted to get back here as soon as I could. Do you need anything?”

“I don’t think so, but I’m glad you’re back,” Hannah said. She smiled at him and fought back a rush of happy tears. Norman had thought she might need him and he’d come running. He really did love her.

“Besides, my friends all had plans for this evening. And it seemed silly for me to stay over just so I could drop by the clinic in the morning to say goodbye. I drove partway here, and then I stopped at The Moosehead for something to eat.”

“I remember The Moosehead!” Delores exclaimed. “I’ll never forget the night Carrie and I won their karaoke contest.”

“Neither will we,” Michelle remarked, exchanging meaningful glances with her sisters.

“That’s where I heard about the murder,” Norman went on. “I was eating a steak sandwich at the bar, and it was on the news.”

Hannah’s euphoria at Norman’s return took a nosedive. He hadn’t dropped everything to race back to her. He’d been coming home anyway.

“Try these, Norman,” Delores said, pushing the platter closer to Norman and pointing to the Chocolate Marsh-mallow Cookie Bars. “Hannah and Michelle baked them, and they’re divine.”

“The Aggression Cookies are good too,” Andrea offered. “And so is the Wacky Cake.”

Norman shook his head. “Thanks, but I really can’t eat any more. I had a hot fudge sundae before I left The Moosehead.”

You betrayed me with dessert! Hannah’s mind shouted. You know I always have something good to serve with coffee, but you ordered dessert at The Moosehead anyway.