Of course, Katherine is there in every story. Here's a bit of her.
The pale winter sun shone through the kitchen window. I cleaned up the last of the mess from my
adventure. The caper hadn’t gone as
planned. How many do? In my many years of life, most of my plans have
taken an unexpected turn.
Merup.” Robespierre
my Maine Coon cat announced a visitor on the way. He’s almost as good as a doorbell. The firm rap on the door told me this wasn’t
one of my female friends. “Come in.”
A Character who became a regular is the young police officer she has known since he was a boy.
Pete Duggan strode across the room and thrust a bouquet of
bright carnations into my hands. A red
hue, almost as vivid as his hair, stained his face. “Mrs. Miller, got to hand it to you. I’ve come to eat crow.”
To hide a smile I buried my face in the flowers and
inhaled the spicy fragrance. “How about
chocolate chip cookies and mint tea instead?”
“Sounds great.” He
straddled one of the chairs at the table and picked up the local
newspaper. “Local Woman Thwarts
Robbers.” His grin made him look like
the ten-year-old who had moved into the corner house on my block. He cleared his throat. “The guys at the station ribbed me about
this. Did you forget the plan?”
How, when the
idea to catch the real thieves had been mine?
A series of burglaries had plagued the neighborhood for months and had
troubled me. Especially when the police
had decided two teenage neighbor boys were the culprits. I knew the pair and had disagreed strongly
enough to set myself up as a victim.
Then I informed Pete.
“Did you
forget?” he repeated. “When I crept up the stairs and saw you
grappling with one of the men, I nearly had a heart attack.”
A third character who became a regular is Lars but he's only a name in the first book.
A very important character in these books is Robespierre, a Maine Coon cat who lives with Katherine and often makes his opinions known in a cat-like way.
Just them the
cat door opened. Robespierre made a
grand entrance. Flakes of snow dotted
his brown and black fur. His gait
suggested a mission. He halted in front
of Pete and banged the young policeman’s leg with his head.
Pete crouched
and scratched the cat’s head. “Not my
fault, old man. She jumped in on her
own.”
Robespierre’s
rumbling purr suggested he understood and accepted Pete’s explanation.
“He’s been out
of sorts since the thieves visited.”
“Me, too.” Pete hugged me. “Never again.
Promise. We need you around. Think about being a silent partner. There are times when I need someone to
listen.”
“If listening is
all you need, I’ll be here. No more
active involvement in crime for me.”
In other posts on Thursday, I'll introduce you to some of the characters who make up Katherine's life. There are two neighbors, her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter.
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