Spooked by the Sister: Paranormal Women's Cozy Mystery (Extra-Ordinary Midlife Mysteries Book 1) by Lynn M. Stout

the previous night, what we saw before us was not what we expected. Maybe at one time she had been a dancer, but now she was easily eighty years old. She wore a housedress and fuzzy slippers with a bandana wrapped around her hair curlers. There was no bright red lipstick, and I was certain her little feet hadn’t seen high heels in ages. She leaned heavily on her walker, which was sinking into the grass. “Back in the day,” she replied to Tawny. “But not anymore. Now I wake up every day to a string of profanity from Gladys there. And she thinks I’m the harlot.” “Harlot! That’s the word I was trying to think of last night,” Tawny exclaimed. “Really?” Samantha said, trying to encourage Reba to keep talking. “Profanity from Gladys? Why?” “It’s always been like this for as long as I can remember. I heard the story after I moved in. She’s dead now though,” her voice drifted lower. “Who’s dead?” Samantha asked, still trying to get answers. “Maybelle.” “Maybelle was Gladys’s sister, right?” Reba nodded and moved towards us, leaning heavily on the railing. She abandoned her walker and began climbing the steps to the porch. Tawny hopped up and offered her an arm that was brusquely smacked away. Reba huffed and puffed her way up the steps, then plopped herself into the chair Tawny had just vacated. She continued her story as though nothing had happened. “After Maybelle disappeared, Gladys went insane and blamed Thomas.” “Disappeared? I thought you said she died.” Tawny said. “Ah, but the