By Tamar Myers
All that continues to be of Lula Mae Wiggins-who drowned in a bath of inexpensive champagne on New Year's Eve-now sits in an alleged Etruscan urn in Savannah, Georgia. extra north, on the Den of Antiquity vintage store in Charlotte, North Carolina, plucky owner Abigail Timberlake is astonished to profit that she is the only real inheitor of the Wiggins property. overdue Aunt Lula Mae was once, in any case, as far away a relative as kinfolk can get.
Arriving in picturesque Savannah, Abby makes a number of startling discoveries. First, that Lula Mae's ultimate resting pot is extra American reasonable than Italian vintage. And moment, that there has been a really necessary 1793 one-cent piece taped to the interior lid. possibly a coin assortment worthy hundreds of thousands is hidden one of the deceased's worldly possessions-making Lula's passoing extra suspicious than orginally surmised. With the unusual visual appeal of a voodoo preistess coupled with the hectic disappearance of a enjoyed one-and with nasty kinfolk skeletons tumbling from the bushes like acorns-Abby must locate her penny auntie's killer p.d.q...or she'll be as much as her ashes in critical trouble!
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No, ma’am, I’ve never met y’all’s cousin. ” “You see, Abby? Your cousin is famous! ” “Mama, she isn’t—” I turned to Ashley. ” After all, when I read the book, Lula Mae was the furthest thing from my mind. The golden-red curls collided and parted several times. “No, ma’am, she’s not in the book. ” Mama smiled proudly. ” “Don’t be ridiculous, dear. Your daddy’s cousin was famous. ” Ashley glanced at the clock. It was three minutes to four. ” “Every afternoon about this time she’d come into the Heritage and head straight for the bar.
Where? ” Dewayne Kimbro passed me photocopies of several handwritten pages. ” I read the first paragraph. Not trusting my eyes, nor the effects of one glass of champagne, I reread it. It read the same. I, Lula Mae Wiggins, being of sound body and mind, do hereby leave my entire estate, and all my worldly belongings, to my niece Abigail Louise Wiggins Timberlake, daughter of my late brother, Clarence Rufus Wiggins III, originally of Atlanta. “But this can’t be! Daddy didn’t have a sister. ” Dewayne Kimbro pushed the heavy glasses up and massaged his eyes with sausage fingers.
You see, Abby? Your cousin is famous! ” “Mama, she isn’t—” I turned to Ashley. ” After all, when I read the book, Lula Mae was the furthest thing from my mind. The golden-red curls collided and parted several times. “No, ma’am, she’s not in the book. ” Mama smiled proudly. ” “Don’t be ridiculous, dear. Your daddy’s cousin was famous. ” Ashley glanced at the clock. It was three minutes to four. ” “Every afternoon about this time she’d come into the Heritage and head straight for the bar. An hour later security would be escorting her out—well, to be truthful, they’d be carrying her out.
A Penny Urned: A Den of Antiquity Mystery by Tamar Myers