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“HOW AWFUL FOR AUNT Mary to have to resort to pretending to be sick, just to get attention. Just so that she’d never be left alone.” Katie shook her head, her eyes were filled with sorrow.
The two were in the kitchen the following week at the Victorian, whipping up a new batch of cupcakes for dessert. Uncle Merv and Aunt Nia were coming over soon. The grilled chicken and baked potatoes were already in the oven.
The whole family was still in shock over the revelation of what really happened. They decided to gather together to support each other. Uncle Max was in more shock than anyone else, understandably.
He’d found out that his gold-digging late wife was about to bump off his own mama. Imagine that?
It was bad enough when he’d found out that she was only with him for his money, then she possibly knocked of her own cousin (his first wife), and not to mention she’d been smooching with every Joe Blow in the small town of Berry Cove. But this...?
“I know. Tell me about it. I still can’t believe it all. I mean I’ve heard of extreme cases like this before but this one takes the cake. No pun intended.”
“And her daughters-in-law must have suspected something about her playing up her illness as a bed-ridden frail woman.”
“Not really. They just didn’t like her, apparently. They were gold diggers according to some of the reliable sources. They really did want her out of the way. They just got unlucky with having a...”
“Murder-in-law.”
“Ugh. That’s awful, Katie.” Dana wrinkled her nose playfully at her cousin’s bad joke.
“Sorry, I just couldn’t resist.”
“Besides, technically, Aunt Mary didn’t put the poison in the milk and honey. She just gave Karla—“
“—a taste of her own medicine,” Katie finished Dana’s sentence with a grin.
“Katie!”
“Again, sorry, cuz. I just couldn’t resist.”
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