บท 121: Chapter 121: Halloween Party

Ghosts and Goblins and Murder Fiona Fleming Cozy Mysteries #4

Three kids under the age of ten crowded the front of the table with their hopeful expressions and plates held high. I dutifully doled out chunks of Mom's elaborate creation, the cake now a ravaged wasteland of Halloween décor goodness, and grinned as the cuteness patrol in costume all said, "thank you!" at exactly the same moment before bobbing off with their second helping.

So adorable. And I was delighted I didn't have to take them-or their pending sugar high- home with me, thank you very much.

Petunia grumbled at my feet, shifting her weight from one front paw to the other, licking her lips in that smacking way of hers, lines of drool dripping from her muzzle. One thin strand landed on the toe of my pointed witch shoe, gleaming in the industrial lighting of the community center's fluorescents, dark brown eyes bulging more than usual. The rims of white showed so much I worried she might pop a socket.