C8 The Mint Julep Murder: Chapter Eight
My hair was up in a ponytail, but I’d managed to get up and moving on time. Gran busied herself setting out the baked goods while my fingers fumbled a bit as I made the coffee.
“Don’t forget, I’m going to the beauty shop soon. I have to look nice for the funeral tomorrow. Might be a slow day,” Gran said.
“Slow day here, but I’m sure the beauty shop will be busy.”