Margaret Daley - Detection Mission

“Nope, other than help me take this upstairs to the workers. I want you to rest and take it easy.” Molly used her metal spatula to remove the last batch of chocolate chip cookies from the baking sheet. “The pizzas should be here any minute. We should be ready. Are you hungry?”

Heidi’s stomach gurgled. “I wasn’t until I started smelling the cookies. I might just go right to them and skip the pizza.”

The landlady glanced toward her. “You must have a sweet tooth.”

“I guess so.”

“You wouldn’t know it from the looks of you. You’re thin and petite. Almost frail.”

“I haven’t eaten much in weeks. A forced diet you could say.”

Molly patted her rotund stomach. “I need something. The doctor says I should lose at least fifty pounds. I just don’t know how and when they crept up on me. But then you wouldn’t know anything about that.”

Heidi looked down at herself. Was that the case? She concentrated on thinking about what she might like to eat. Chocolate chip cookies. That was a definite, but what else?

The doorbell rang.

“Will you get the pizzas and head on upstairs? I’ll follow with the tea and glasses.”

“Sure,” Heidi said, but the thought of opening the front door to a stranger—and most everybody was one right now—constricted her chest as she made her way to the foyer. The pain from her healing rib cage intensified. She inhaled a series of shallow breaths, but her palms sweated as she reached for the handle and pulled the door toward her.

“Don’t, Heidi,” Lee said from behind her.

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