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  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Cover by Covervault, Mariah Sinclair. Edits by Red Adept Editing Services.

  Copyright © 2019 by Tonya Kappes. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. For information email [email protected] .

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Thank you to the amazing beta readers! I’m beyond thrilled I have nine amazing and talented friends who love and care for all of my cozy mysteries!

  I’d also like to thank Mariah Sinclair for the vision and clarity as she brings life to all my covers.

  Thank you to Red Adept Editing for the wonderful editing job you do to make my words make sense.

  And a huge thank you to my husband Eddy. He does all the things that would normally take me away from writing. Without him by my side, I’d not be able to be a full time writer and fulfill my dream.

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  CONTENTS

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

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  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

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  ONE

  “Mornin’, Bernie.” Vivian Tillett greeted me as soon as I walked through the sliding double doors of the nursing home, the first stop in my mail route. “It looks like the weather is going to cooperate for you today.”

  “Yes.” I smiled and took the mail bag off my shoulder. I set the bag on the floor between my legs. “I heard from Lucy Drake’s weather report it might actually be the turn we’ve been waiting for.”

  The weather was finicky in our small town of Sugar Creek Gap. One minute it could be sunny, and the next it might be raining. Bursts of snow were not unusual. Even though I had a walking route, I really did enjoy the change in seasons, but the transition from winter to spring always did seem to be the most confusing as far as deciding what to wear for my job.

  “I’ll put your usual mail in your office, but you did get some magazines I know you like to keep out here for people to thumb through.” I dug down into the bag and pulled out the newest editions of Southern Living Magazine, Country Living, and Kentucky Senior Living.

  “Oh, I think we have a spotlight in here.” Vivian flipped through the magazine. “Since we have gone all out for this Make Kentucky Colorful spring campaign, they featured the nursing home.”

  “That’s so cool.” I had to force myself to come up with a positive comment about this whole spring campaign that put the entire town on the crazy train.

  Especially the Sugar Creek Gap beautification committee. Every time I walk past someone on the committee, they ask me questions about the citizens on my route and if they’ve planted the flowers, cleaned up their yard, or taken down ugly yard ornaments.

  “I-32!” my friend, Iris Peabody, shouted from the main dining room of the nursing home, which was adjacent to where I stood with Vivian. “I-32!”

  “Bingo?” I asked Vivian, hoisting the bag off the ground and up on my shoulder.

  “Yes. Everyone is in there today.” Vivian’s attention turned from the magazine to the opening sliding glass doors.

  “Hey, Luke,” I said with a nod when Luke Macum walked up to me and Vivian.

  He was a big man, full-chested and brown-haired. He looked very distinguished with sparkling blue eyes. Today might be the first time I’d ever seen Luke Macum dressed down in a pullover sweater with three large wooden buttons. Though they weren’t buttoned, he still looked very dapper.

  “Hey there, Bernie.” He gave a hint of a smile. “Have you been by my uncle’s yet?”

  “No. This is my first stop.” The nursing home was right behind the post office, making it easier for me to stop here since I had so much mail to deliver to both the residences and the low-maintenance housing for senior citizens without any health problems, who lived in the condominiums on the property. “I’ll head over his way in a couple of hours.”

  “I’m getting ready to head on over there if you just want to give me his mail.” Luke made a nice gesture, and his idea would have been good if it weren’t slightly illegal.

  “That’s nice of you, but I don’t even have Little Creek Road’s mail in here.” I patted the bag dangling off my shoulder.

  I had a three-mail loop every day. The first loop i
n my bag was the nursing home. The second loop consisted of all the shops located on Main Street and Little Creek Road residence because there were only a few houses on the dead end street. Then I finished my day with the neighborhood located behind the Old Mill downtown.

  Since my route was downtown and the houses were located around here, it was easier for me to walk back to the post office between loops than to drive an LLV, a lifelong vehicle.

  “Thanks anyways.” I tapped the counter and turned back to Vivian. “I’m going to head in and see everyone before I go fill up the mailboxes.”

  “B-12! B-12!” Iris’s voice carried into the hallway. She was looking around the large dining room when I leaned up against the door taking in all the folks who were busy with their eyes on their bingo cards. I’d never seen such a large group of women be so quiet, but when a bingo was up for grabs, it was a big deal around here. “B-12!”

  When our eyes caught, I waved, half expecting a wave back, but instead she gave a huge hand gesture for me to come up there.

  “Come here,” she mouthed. Then she realized the microphone was still in her hand. “Come here, Bernie,” she said into the device.

  I pushed off the door jamb and couldn’t help but overhear Luke talking to Vivian.

  “I don’t know what the signs are, but he’s starting to misplace things. He’s not keeping himself clean. I don’t even think he’s eating.” Luke sounded very concerned. “I’m the only kin he’s got, and I’m worried.”

  He was obviously talking about his uncle, Mr. Macum, who he’d offered to take the mail.

  I’d made a mental note to grab something homemade from my parents’ diner when I delivered their mail and offer it to Mr. Macum when I dropped off the mail for him. The weather wasn’t what made my job as a mail carrier hard. Seeing my customers grow older each year was what tugged at my heart.

  Instead of standing there eavesdropping, I weaved in and out of the big round tables on my way up to the front to talk to Iris.

  “What did she call?” a woman at one of the tables asked her friend.

  “B-12!” her friend yelled into her ear.

  “D-12?” she asked and ran her finger along her card.

  “No. B! B as in boy!” The friend grabbed the card and held it up close to her eyes.

  Apparently, one could hear and the other could see. Each helped the other with the skills she had lost in her elderly years. They were exactly how I pictured Iris and me.

  “Bernadette, is that you?” I heard a small voice call to me when I passed by.

  I looked over, careful not to hit anyone with the mail bag, and noticed one of my customers from the last neighborhood I delivered to.

  “Mrs. Clark.” I was shocked to see her here. “What are you doing here?”

  “Oh, honey. Them young ‘uns of mine. They figured I needed some help after I took a few tumbles over the winter.” She shook her head, making the blue tint of her hair glow from underneath the lights in the dining room. “Instead of them fussing over who was going to take care of me and whose house I was going to live in, I just called Walter Ward and had him put my house up for sale and decided to move myself in here.”

  “I’m so glad to know you’ve done what you think is best for yourself.” I could count over a dozen elderly people in this very room whose families had them placed in the nursing home. “I’m sure your house is going to sell very fast.”

  It took every part of my being not to ask why she put her beloved home in the hands of Walter Ward. He was a good real estate agent but didn’t have a moral bone in his body.

  “I hope so.” She looked up and over the edges of her glasses. “This place ain’t cheap.”

  “I’ll be sure to make an extra special stop when I’m delivering mail to come visit.” That was why I made the nursing home my first stop.

  The residents of the nursing home were always up before the rooster crowed, waiting for their mail, and always eager for company. Plus, the place was always open, unlike the shops, which all opened at nine a.m.

  “You do that, honey.” Mrs. Clark went back to her bingo card.

  There were a few hellos and how-are-yous as I continued to make my way up to Iris, who was still calling out the bingo letters.

  “Tell me why I volunteer for this?” she asked me, putting the microphone down on the table next to the cage with the bingo ping-pong balls in it.

  “Because we might have to be in here one day and we want to be taken care of like you take care of them.” I held true to the idea that if you gave out goodness, it came back to you tenfold.

  “Speaking of being taken care of…” Her eyes grew bigger. She had that look.

  “Oh no.” I put my hand up and shook my head. “I don’t want to know.”

  You see, Iris claims to get these feelings. Feelings about people. She’s not psychic or anything, but she’d ask about someone we hadn’t heard from or even thought of in a long time, and then either we’d run into that person or hear something about them. It was something very strange, but it was Iris.

  She’d been doing it since we were in grade school. Only a handful of times had she gotten it right. The first was when my husband Richard had been killed in a car wreck. Over ten years ago she got a feeling that something was wrong with him. Dead wrong.

  Then there was an unfortunate event last year when she had a bad feeling about Mac Tabor, which turned out to be somewhat true. Still…I didn’t have time to hear this today.

  “There’s something about Little Creek Road.” She shifted, sticking her hands on her hips. Her long, curly brown hair had elegant gray streaks and was pulled up in a top knot on the crown of her head. “My last feeling…”

  “Don’t remind me.” Again, Mac lived on Little Creek Road. “I’ll keep an eye out on my way over there.” I gave her a quick hug, knowing this feeling was why she’d called me up here in the first place. “I’ve got to get hustling or I’ll never get the mail delivered.”

  “Fine. Don’t forget you said you’d help me finish off the cookies for Carla Ramey.” She reminded me how Carla had hired Pie in the Face, Iris’s bake shop, to make the cookies for the big reception for the Make Kentucky Colorful spring campaign. Carla had also hired the shop to make the cake for her retirement, which was going to be celebrated at the same reception. Carla was the president of the beautification committee and had been for as long as I could remember.

  “I didn’t forget,” I called over my shoulder on my way back out of the dining room.

  “Take a look around,” Iris blurted out. She gestured a circle around the room with her finger. “This is going to be you and me in twenty years.”

  I laughed. Iris was always reminding me we were now in our fifties.

  Luke and Vivian had moved from the entrance to her office, which was just on the right side. Her office was glass, and the blinds were pulled open, allowing me to see the inside, where she was showing him some brochures.

  Then… I couldn’t help but wonder if Iris was talking about Mr. Macum. Was it a coincidence Luke was here and that Mr. Macum lived on Little Creek Road?

  I shoved out any bad thoughts out of my head and headed to the community mailboxes to finish up my time there at the nursing home.

  TWO

  “What on earth is she doing?” I asked Monica Reed as we stood in the parking lot of the post office. I’d just filled my mail bag with the second loop, which consisted of the downtown shops and government offices along with the dead-end neighborhood of Little Creek Road.

  Monica craned her neck around me to look at Carla, who had jumped out of her car with her hand gripped around the handle of some sort of bottle. With her other hand, she sprayed something out of that bottle into the cracks of the sidewalk.

  “Is she spraying the weeds in the cracks?” I narrowed my eyes to get a good look, pushing back a strand of my auburn hair that’d fallen out of my low ponytail. “Oh my God, I think she is.”

  “This whole beautification thing has
made her lose the good sense God gave her.” Monica tsked and went back to checking out the LLVs for the carriers who did drive.

  Monica was the post-office clerk. She was always the first one there, sorting mail and certified letters that needed to be delivered. She also helped the drivers each morning check out their LLV before they headed out on their routes.

  “I swear.” I shook my head and headed off in the direction of Main Street. “I’ll see you in a few hours.” I waved goodbye to Monica but couldn’t help but laugh when I saw Carla jump out of her car again to squirt more weeds.

  The street was starting to come alive with cars and a few citizens walking down the street. I quickly delivered the mail to the Doctor Building, which was next to the post office, and then the Sugar Creek Gap Bank next to that. Next, I crossed the street to deliver the mail back to back to the locally owned shops.

  “Good morning, Bernie.” Leotta Goldey greeted me when I walked into Social Knitwork. “It’s going to be a gorgeous day,” she called from over her shoulder from the display window of her the yarn shop. She pointed. “Can you hand me the tape? It’s on the counter.”

  I dropped my mail bag next to the counter and picked up the tape. Then I took it to her.

  “Carla dropped off this participation certificate and wants all of us to tape it on our display windows for the judges to see.” She drew a long breath. “I’ll be so glad when this is over.”

  “I swear I just saw her jump out of her car and put weed killer on the sidewalk cracks.” I went back to my mail bag, dug out Leotta’s mail, and then placed it in the basket next to the register.

  “No weed will live from Carla’s determined-to-win eye,” Leotta joked, only it was true.

  “No outgoing?” It was common for the shop owners not to have gotten their mail ready before I’d arrived, since I was there when they first opened.

  “Not a thing.” She backed out of the display window.

  “Your window is amazing.” My eyes feasted on the old bike.

 

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