Schuyler Square Day 80 DeeDee Smells a Rat

"I'm telling you, Steve, there was something funny about all that produce that woman was buying."

Steve didn't look up from the model ship he was building on the kitchen table. All of his life he had wanted to do things like build models of ships and airplanes, have a garden, sleep late and drink beer every night of the week. Now that he was retired and now that they had their own house, those were the things he planned on doing immediately. He refused to let any of DeeDee's wild imagination rub off on him. "You were at a farmer's market, hon," he pointed out. "What did you expect her to buy? Horse blankets?"

"You had to have been there," DeeDee told him. "Rosanne--that's her name, Rosanne Olson, works for the Schuylers. I think everyone in this town works for the Schuylers. Anyway, she told me that she had to buy produce from Fred Somebody or other but she practically insisted that I buy it from the Henderson's. Then she wound up buying from the Henderson's anyway. Doesn't that seem strange to you?"

"Not really. Maybe she changed her mind. That's something you've been known to do a few times over the course of your life."

"It wasn't like that." DeeDee sat down at the kitchen table and watched Steve work. "It was like she was nervous or something. Do you suppose she was nervous because she knows we live in a haunted house?"

Steve shot her a tired glance from over the top of his bifocals. "Now how would she know that unless you told her?"

"I'm sure everyone in town knows who we are and that we live in a haunted house," DeeDee countered. "Speaking of which, Mindy Cooper and I are planning a seance next week."

Steve dropped his tube of model glue. "You're what?"

"We're going to have a seance. You know, cut to the chase. If we can get Mary Austin to tell us who killed her, it's going to save me a ton of leg work. Then once we get this ghost business straightened out, I can start redecorating. I'm telling you, Steve, you can tell this place was a rental and you can also tell that the Schuylers are cheapskates. The decorating in this house is enough to scare anyone away, ghost or no ghost."

"And what genius came up with that idea? The seance, not the redecorating."

DeeDee smiled and pecked her husband on the cheek. "Who do you think? Me, of course! You know me, Steve, I'm always thinking"