Cinnamon Roll Murder

You’re right, Hannah thought. Norman would have married her. But Doctor Bev didn’t ask him, not then. The way Hannah saw it, there were three possibilities. The first was that Doctor Bev had asked Diana’s father to marry her, but that man she’d asked wasn’t Norman. The second possibility was that Doctor Bev had lied to her mother about asking Diana’s father to marry her. And the third possibility was that Doctor Bev had asked Norman to marry her and Norman was lying about being asked. Hannah rejected the third possibility immediately. Norman didn’t lie.

“This whole thing must be terribly upsetting for you,” Andrea said sympathetically.

“It is.” Judy turned to Hannah. “So you’d rather have a smaller house?”

“That’s right,” Hannah said quickly. It was clear that Judy wanted to change the subject and Hannah was fine with that. They’d gotten much more information from her than they’d expected. It was interesting that Doctor Bev’s own mother didn’t think that Norman was Diana’s father, but that didn’t prove anything. The only way to prove it was by DNA testing, and Andrea still hadn’t gotten a sample. Somehow they had to get Judy to show them through her house so that ... but there was a great opportunity just staring her right in the face!

“I’d much rather live in a house like yours,” Hannah said, smiling at Judy. “It’s so cozy and comfortable. And since I’m a stay-at-home mom, I could keep it up all by myself without hiring a stranger to come in and clean. A house like yours would be perfect for us.” Hannah stopped and looked thoughtful. “And you think you might be selling your house in a few months?”

Judy sighed deeply. “I think I’ll have to sell my house if this marriage actually happens. My daughter plans to keep working, and I don’t want a stranger taking care of Diana. In a way, I’m the only mother she’s ever known. I’ve taken care of her from the very beginning, and my daughter doesn’t spend that much time here. Take tonight for instance. She’s driving here after work to go to a friend’s birthday party, but she won’t have time to stop by. She said the party is going to run late because they’re going out to a club. She said she didn’t want to wake us up by coming home that late, so she’ll just spend the night with her friend and drive back on Sunday.”

Andrea began to frown. “So she’ll be in town, but she won’t see you or her daughter at all?”

“That’s right. She says she’ll see us next week, but it’ll have to be a rush trip because she’s so busy planning the wedding.”

Hannah felt like scowling, but somehow she managed to keep a neutral expression on her face. Doctor Bev didn’t sound like a good mother at all! It was time to change the subject before she said something she shouldn’t. “If you think your house may be up for sale in the next six months or so, I’d love to take a look at it. I really don’t think our family will be happy in the house next door.”

“How about taking a look right now?” Judy drained her coffee cup and stood up. “I’ll show both of you through the house. If you’re interested you can leave a number and I’ll contact you when I’m ready to sell.”

Judy led the way up the front staircase. Hannah made a move to follow, but Andrea pulled her back.

“Good work!” Andrea said softly, very close to Hannah’s ear.

“Thanks.”

Judy’s house was larger than Hannah had thought. There were four bedrooms upstairs, certainly enough for her mythical family. “If the girls double up, I can even have room for an office,” she said.

“There’s a perfect office space downstairs,” Judy told her. “It’s the piano room.”

“Piano room?” Andrea sounded interested.

“That’s what they called it when my husband and I bought this house. It’s just off the living room, and it has French doors that can be closed when your child is practicing, or during a piano lesson . And you can open them when your little protege is playing a recital for your guests. We use it as a playroom for Diana right now, but I’d planned to rent a piano when she turned six. My daughter once said that Diana’s father was very musical.”

“Really!” Hannah exchanged glances with Andrea. Norman was a lot like her. He couldn’t carry a tune in a suitcase, and he’d never mentioned playing any type of musical instrument. Their suspicions were already aroused concerning Norman’s role in Diana’s paternity. This new piece of information from Judy served to make them even more suspicious.

The master bedroom certainly wasn’t as large as the master suite next door. There was no wine cooler, or built-in refrigerator, but there was a dressing room and an attached private bathroom.

“I’m not using these rooms now that my daughter moved away,” Judy said, opening the door to a fairly large bedroom with flowered wallpaper and ruffled curtains at the windows. “This was her room as a child, and she used it again when she came back home to live with us.”

“It’s a nice room,” Hannah said, following Judy to another bedroom down the hall. She noticed that Andrea was lagging behind and she wasn’t sure why, but she wasn’t about to mention it to Judy.

“This is the guest room,” Judy said, opening the door so that Hannah could see inside. “There’s a connecting bathroom between the two bedrooms.”

“That’s convenient,” Andrea said, joining them so quickly Hannah doubted that Judy had noticed her absence. “Where’s your granddaughter’s room?”

“Right here, next to my bedroom. It was originally the nursery and there’s a connecting door between her bedroom and mine.”

“That must have come in very handy when she was a baby,” Andrea commented.

“Oh, it did. I left it open for the first few years so that I could hear her if she woke up during the night. Now that she’s a big girl, we close it ... unless there a storm, of course. Then we leave it open.”

“I can tell you’re a wonderful grandmother,” Hannah said.

“I hope so. Diana is my life. She’s a sweet girl and I love her so much. You should have seen me the first day I took her to Ready-Set-Learn and left her there. I came home and cried.”

“I did the same thing when my daughter went to preschool,” Andrea admitted. “You want them to grow up with every advantage, but part of you wants to keep them as babies.”

“Exactly!”

Hannah watched as Judy and Andrea shared a smile. She was a bit uncomfortable pretending to feel the same way when a similar occasion hadn’t actually happened to her, so she walked over to look at the vertical blinds in Diana’s room. “Oh, wow!” she exclaimed, pulling them closed to reveal a large picture of Cinderella getting into the pumpkin coach in the lovely dress she would wear to the ball at the palace. “Where did you get these wonderful blinds?”

“There’s a home decorating store at the mall that sells them. Cinderella’s on this window, and the Little Mermaid’s on the other. They’re Diana’s favorite Disney characters, and they were her birthday present when she turned three.”

Hannah looked around at the rest of the room. The wallpaper was printed with colorful hot air balloons in every shape and size imaginable, floating in a cerulean blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds. The bed was child- size and had a fluffy pink comforter with a white ruffle around the edges. There were two white bookshelves filled with children’s books, and one Hannah remembered from her own childhood, Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, sat on a bed table next to an adult-size rocking chair.

“Are you reading that for a bedtime story?” she asked Judy.

“Yes, for the third time. Diana just loves it. Next week we’re starting the Harry Potter series. It may be a little old for her, but we’ll see. If it is, we’ll save it for later.” Judy motioned to Hannah. “Come downstairs and I’ll show you the piano room. It’s quite large and it would be perfect for an office.”

“I’ll join you in just a second,” Andrea said, following them into the hallway. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to use the bathroom.”

“Certainly.” Judy pointed to the bathroom at the end of the hall. “Do you want us to wait for you?”

Andrea shook her head. “Go on ahead. I’ll find my way, don’t worry.”

When Judy opened the French doors to the piano room, Hannah was immediately impressed. The room was long and narrow, exactly as Judy had described, but it was also filled with light coming in through the double-paned windows that ran the length of the outside wall. There were blinds you could pull to keep out the hot summer sun, but on a winter day like today, the sun felt good as it fell in patterns on the wooden floor.

“You’re right. It’s perfect for an office,” Hannah told her. “But it’s perfect for a playroom, too.”

“Diana loves it. She has Saturday play dates with another girl from preschool. One week they’re here and the next week they’re at her mother’s house. I think both of them would rather be here. There’s more room for them to play, and we always bake cookies in the afternoons.” Judy looked sad for a moment. “That’s one of the reasons I