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Iced Tea is a collection of short stories focused on small town values of life, death and love.

In a Hudson Valley village, the cancellation of the Halloween parade brings the murder of the mayor sending the feisty heroine and her cat to investigating.

Elsewhere, a stranger’s body on the lawn baffles the heroine and the police. A small town doctor makes a life-changing decision and a dying patient asks a nurse for a small smile. A small town woman learns the true meaning of Christmas.

HOME CARING

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In Home Caring, Abby Reid faces problems galore. Her newly purchased Home Health Care agency has details to be solved. Her es-husband’s failure to send child support payments adds another layer to her life. Her angry teenage daughter has valuable life’s lessons to learn. A new case for her agency brings a different challenge.

Jeff Grayson injured in a motor cycle accident while sedated for pain falls in love with Abby’s voice. When he is home and under her care, he wants to help her. He encourages her to purchase a new computer and he designs a program for her agency. Among the many problems love develops. Abby must learn to accept though she’s older than Jeff, love is possible.

COMMITTEE OF ANGELS

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In Home Caring, Abby Reid faces problems galore. Her newly purchased Home Health Care agency has details to be solved. Her es-husband’s failure to send child support payments adds another layer to her life. Her angry teenage daughter has valuable life’s lessons to learn. A new case for her agency brings a different challenge.

Jeff Grayson injured in a motor cycle accident while sedated for pain falls in love with Abby’s voice. When he is home and under her care, he wants to help her. He encourages her to purchase a new computer and he designs a program for her agency. Among the many problems love develops. Abby must learn to accept though she’s older than Jeff, love is possible.

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Blurb:

When the mayor declares there will be no Halloween parade, a village tradition, Kate and her friends are surprised by the announcement. Sarah, Kate’s neighbor and friend is furious and she vows there will be a Halloween parade. A chance meeting with the mayor on Labor Day, also a no parade day sets Sarah and the mayor at odds. What can be done? There should be a parade, since there hasn’t been one since the start of the COVID epidemic.

Sarah gathers signatures on a petition she presents to the mayor. Mayor Bloom, refuses to acknowledge the gesture. Sarah vows she will find a way to thwart the over-weight man she calls Mayor Lard.

Kate receives a phone call from a friend in Vermont. The town where her friend lives has recently purchased some lamp post decorations that look like those she remembers from the Hudson River village. Are they the same. Kate sets out to learn.

While exploring the basement storage room at the town hall, Kate discovers the decorations for all the holidays are gone. She also discovers the body of the mayor. He has been hit over the head and also stabbed. Kate wonders who was so furious. Suspicion falls on her friend, Sarah. Kate sets out to find the killer and prays it’s not her friend.

Excerpt:

Maude, There’s A Body on The Lawn

 “What’s a nice girl like me doing in a dump like this?” Maude Forest laughed. At her age, thinking of herself as a girl was foolish, but describing her present domicile as a dump said it all. She shifted position on the moth-eaten sofa and grabbed her cell phone. Maybe her best friend had returned from her latest jaunt. Maude was in dire need of diversion. Why would a self-made millionaire want to find his roots? She looked at the faded, water-stained wallpaper and prayed her husband of thirty-five years would come to his senses. He’d dragged her to this farmhouse on the edge of nowhere because his father, grandfather, and who knows how many greats had lived here. What was wrong with a cruise or a visit to Broadway? Even a golfing vacation would have been more fun. No, George had to see the home of his ancestors, his unexpected inheritance and the place his mother had fled when he was a few months old.

 She dialed a familiar number and heard her friend’s voice. “Sue Ellen, regale me with tales of civilization.”

 Sue Ellen Pinewood laughed. “The Parker wedding was a gross extravaganza.”

 “Was I missed?”

 “Absolutely. Without your caustic comments, I was bored. Let me tell you about the dust-up at the Women’s Club luncheon.”

 The phone crackled. Maude couldn’t hear her friend.

“Sue Ellen, are you there?” “Sorry. My driver hit a rut. Where was I?”

 “At the Women’s Club.” 

 While Sue Ellen gave a blow by blow, Maude felt envy blossom like the roses on the trellis outside the window. She’d give almost anything to walk on concrete instead of dirt, but budging George was impossible.

 “Ma, Ma, git out here,” George bellowed.

 “I’m not your mother.”

 Sue Ellen chuckled. “Is Ma his new pet name?”

 Maude sighed. “Since he’s in the hills, he’s turned us into Ma and Pa Kettle.

 “Where are you?”

 “Midway between Luke and Stumpy Point.”

 Sue Ellen giggled. “So when will you be home?”

 “Who knows when Pa Kettle will find the roots his mother severed when she left his father.” 

“Have you done anything interesting?” 

Maude rolled her eyes. “We appeared at a strawberry festival. Shame I’m allergic.”

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 Sunlight streamed through the kitchen window and the glass panel of the door, brightening the room. The yellow walls glowed and made me happy. I stared into the garden and noticed how the mints had spread. The three and a half years since Lars and I had married, sold our houses and purchased this four bedroom ranch as our home had been happy but because of the COVID epidemic, quiet. 

“Meow.” Robespierre emerged from the cat door and padded to his food dish. He stared and called again. 

I grabbed a box of dried food from the huge pantry closet and shook a minor shower of granules into the bowl. The brown and black long-haired Maine Coon cat attacked the offering. A few bites later he settled on the floor and stared Sphinxlike at me.

 I glanced at the kitchen clock above the small antique table and chairs. Time to pack my contribution to the neighborhood Labor Day gathering. From the pantry, I removed the largest cake holder. After opening the lid, I took the three tiered chocolate cake from the chest freezer and fitted the pastry into the holder. One down. I reached for my glass of iced mint tea and sipped. 

When I thought of how Sarah’s boys would crow with delight over the cake, I chuckled. Even though the pair had recently become teens, they remained suckers for the cake. I hoped Lars would soon return from his golf game with his son. I wanted to reach Sarah’s yard in time to help set up the food. 

Today we celebrated the end of selfquarantining for COVID. The past three years had meant that in person gatherings were only with immediate family. During the early hectic days, over Lars’ protests, I’d returned to the hospital to help with the influx of patients. The families in my neighborhood had been fortunate. Though many of my friends had developed the disease, no one had become seriously ill.

 As I opened the refrigerator, Robespierre stirred. He prowled to my side and stared at the jars I removed. Pickled shrimp, one of my special appetizers and one my allergy to the shrimp protein kept me from tasting. 

“Merrup.” 

I looked down at Robespierre. “You wouldn’t like them.” The huge cat’s expression marked my words as lies. I scratched his head. “I should give you a taste but I’m not cruel.” Who knew what effect vinegar and herbs would have on the cat. After finding a small cooler, I poured ice into the bottom and fitted a plastic bag inside. I decanted the jars of shrimp into the cooler, closed the bag and added it to the sides and top.

 I had just closed the cooler when Lars entered the kitchen. He brushed a kiss on my cheek. “I’ll shower and change. Then we can leave.” He strode away.

Robespierre stretched in that feline way of denying he had a rigid spine. The cat wound circles around my legs before exiting the kitchen via the cat door. I stood at the kitchen door and watched his antics. First he chased a butterfly and leaped onto the wall. There he chose a sunny spot. After adding tea to my glass, I sat at the kitchen table to wait for Lars.

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