TERROR IN A TEAPOT EXCERPT TERROR IN A TEAPOT - SILVER SISTERS BOOK 2 | Page 3

Terror in a Teapot
They all turned around as the door flew open again, making
the bell jingle furiously. A tornado of a woman with bright red
hair, wearing a caftan covered in red and gold swirls, huffed and
puffed as she lumbered into the crowded antique shop.
Belle Pepper was three hundred and seventeen pounds of
pure drama. She plucked a crumpled hankie from her purse and
mopped her damp forehead. “I just came from the Russian
church.” She gulped, trying to catch her breath as her
multicolored bosom heaved up and down. “He’s dead! The priest
is dead!”
Nora and Dora chorused, “Father Innocent? Dead?”
Belle shook her head wildly. “Not Father Innocent. Father
Augustine! He’s been murdered. Right there in the church.”
With that, Belle collapsed on one of the antique settees in
the middle of the store, and Goldie held her breath, praying it
would support her mother-in-law’s weight.