Murder on the Menu
Ginger hurried in the door of Brio shaking rain off her umbrella and stomping her black pumps on the mat. We were meeting for a glass of wine after work as we often did now that we were no longer neighbors. “Sorry I’m late,” she said as we hugged. “I’m just happy to see you.” I motioned to Dave, our favorite bartender. Ginger and I first met twenty years ago. Both new moms who had recently been transplanted to a very small town on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, we were gratef
