Cinnamon Roll Murder (Hannah Swensen, #15)(95)

“But can’t you just put a notice on the door?”

“No. I have to be there. It’s the right thing to do, Hannah. If people show up, they’re going to want to know what happened.”

“And you’re going to tell them?”

“Not all of it. They don’t need to know the details. I’ll just say that we decided to call off the wedding, and that Bev left Lake Eden and she won’t be back.”

Hannah wasn’t sure what to say. As far as she was concerned, Norman was the bravest man she knew. Most people who found themselves in a similar situation would put a sign on the door, and hide at home with the curtains drawn. “You’re not going down there alone, are you?” she asked.

“Yes. I cancelled the wedding, and it’s my responsibility.”

Hannah thought about that for a moment. Norman had a point, but greeting people at your own canceled wedding would be the height of humiliation. “You’re not going to go down there alone,” she said, making another snap decision. “I’m going with you.”

“But you don’t have to. Really, Hannah. I’d love it if you came with me, but I can handle it alone.”

“No, you can’t.”

“Why not?”

Hannah gave him a little smile. Things were getting back to normal again. “You don’t know your way around the community center kitchen. And somebody’s got to put on the coffee.”