Peete and Repeat (The Frannie Shoemaker Campground Mysteries Book 3) Read Online Free Page B

the back. “Nice one, Rob!” Rob stood up and took a little bow.
    They returned to their meal and were just finishing up when Donna, on the side of the picnic table facing the entrance road, dramatically whispered “Look!”
    Frannie turned in her seat just long enough to glimpse the twins approaching their area. But they continued on past Nowak’s trailer and disappeared into the little German unit.
    “Verrry interesting!” Rob said in his best Dracula accent.
    One of the twins came back out, minus the cowboy hat, and headed up the road toward the campground restrooms. Her head was down and her gait labored, whether because of their long hike, the encounter in the pie shop, or the argument was anybody’s guess. Shortly after, her sister came out and stood, hands on hips, frowning at the surrounding area. When she noticed the Shoemaker group watching her, she turned and marched back into her little camper.

Chapter Three
    Friday Evening
     
     
    “What do you suppose is going on?” Donna said.
    “I would say one is sad and one is mad,” Ben offered.
    “Duh. That’s obvious. But why?”
    “It must have something to do with the guy in the pie shop,” Frannie said. “They seemed fine before then.”
    “Maybe,” said Jane Ann, “he is a relative and their great uncle died and left everything to him and one of the twins.”
    The rest just looked at her.
    “ Could be,” she said and shrugged.
    “So then why is one sad and not happy?” Ben asked.
    “You have to figure some of this out for yourselves. I can’t do all of the mental work around here,” Jane Ann said.
    “Metal work?” Mickey had been watching the little trailer.
    “ Mental ! Like you, dear,” she answered.
    Larry got up. “I think it’s time to clear the table.” He started stacking the Shoemaker dishes while the others gathered their own.
    Frannie followed Larry inside with a tray of condiments and the bowl of potato salad. As she covered the bowl and opened the refrigerator to wedge it in somewhere, she said, “I saw a sign by the campground office that they have fresh eggs. Think I’ll walk over and pick some up for tomorrow morning. I forgot to bring any.”
    “We’ll take the dogs for a walk. I think Ben wants to go over by that bird sanctuary.”
    “The dogs will like that,” she answered with a grin.
    “They will remain leashed, although I’m sure Cuba couldn’t even catch a turtle any more.”
    Frannie grabbed her billfold and went outside. No one else was interested in accompanying her, so she debated riding her bike or walking, and decided to walk. The road led past several other campsites, all occupied, and then turned along the river. Laughter and cooking smells wafted across the road in the peaceful, early evening scene. The road turned again away from the river, along a few small campsites, to the shower house, restrooms, the large campground office and residence near the entrance.
    In one of the sites, an old light blue pickup with a topper sat under a tree facing the road. Two people stood talking under a portable canopy. As Frannie neared, she realized it was one of the twins and the man from the pie shop. Their conversation wasn’t audible but they leaned toward each other and their body language conveyed intense emotion. The woman appeared to have been crying. Curiouser and curiouser.
    Frannie went on to the office and opened the screen door. A large woman stood behind the counter, with a round, rosy face and curly red hair pulled back by sizable rhinestone barrettes. Her lavender sweatshirt was embellished, Laverne and Shirley style, with a glittery ‘MLL’ monogram. She looked up from a ledger and beamed. A mottled gray cat with a white muzzle lay on the counter by the ledger.
    “Welcome! Can I help you?” Her husky voice resembled Carol Channing’s.
    “Hi,” Frannie said. “I saw your sign for fresh eggs?”
    “You bet!” The woman actually guffawed, as she squeezed around the counter, although