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 grateful to have found one another. At first we lamented about leaving jobs in larger cites, Houston and Washington, D.C. respectively, and trying to find a way to fit into the close knit community we now called home. But afte

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