Between a Wok and a Hard Place
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Even though new husband, Aaron (Pooky Bear!), is away, Magdalena Yoder, proprietor of the prosperous Penn-Dutch Inn, is still in a honeymoon haze...until she's pulled in by Police Chief Stolzfus (her nemesis!) to help investigate the sad demise of an Asian tourist – run over by a horse and buggy!
But things really start to sizzle when it's revealed that the victim was strangled first. And when a young Amish lad is shot, Magdalena must really use her noodle, lest she foul up her first officially deputized investigation. Added to that stress is shocking news from her Pooky Bear that shakes her world.
But trust Magdalena to leap from wok to frying pan without a single scorch!
oldest of five siblings, and most of our play consisted of chasing his siblings away so we could play in peace. Once Isaac and I found a nest of mewling kittens stashed in a niche between some hay bales in the loft of his barn. When the kittens were old enough, I got to choose one and take it home with me. I named it Isaac. But he was never, as Susannah claimed later, my boyfriend. “Pretty day,” I said, as I entered the barn. Isaac glanced up from his work. “Magdalena.” “You have a minute?”
above narrow ankles. It was a wonder they could even walk, much less gallop at speeds exceeding twenty-five miles per hour. “We were friends once,” I said. “I didn’t think you’d ever lie to me.” “Ach, Magdalena! I am the boy’s father. I cannot say any more.” Maybe if I gave a little, so would he. Melvin would blow a gasket if he found out I wasn’t playing my cards close to my chest. Well, it was a risk I would have to take. And anyway, as long as he had that cast on his leg, I could outrun
tablespoon cornstarch � teaspoon ground cinnamon � teaspoon ground nutmeg 1 tablespoon butter 1 teaspoon fresh lemon juice Preheat oven to 400° F. Combine caramel ingredients in the bottom of a deep dish pie pan. Place one of the pie crusts in the pan, on top of the caramel mixture. Allow the crust to extend over the rim of the pan. Arrange apple slices in the pan. Sprinkle with sugar, cornstarch, cinnamon and nutmeg. Dot evenly with thin slices of butter. Sprinkle with lemon juice. Cover
more latitude,” I said, and then regretted having opened my big mouth. She didn’t deserve an explanation. “They were smoking cigarettes and drinking beer! Can you imagine that?” Her free hand tugged at her tube top, which apparently was too tight. Her self-righteous attitude infuriated me. One boy was dead, the other had nearly died, both thanks to her, and she begrudged them a moment of teenage rebellion? “You two-faced—” “Get out of the car!” I could hear the safety click off. I opened the
both Dixons would have been too much even for me, so I did the only thing I could. I hopped back in my car, and with the door still open drove it straight at Angus. He threw himself to the ground, as I knew he would, but it wasn’t a comfortable landing, and the last time I saw him—at the arraignment—he was still limping. Samuel Kauffman was alive and lying in the backseat of the Dixonmobile. Dorothy had done a pretty good job of tying him up with hospital adhesive tape during their getaway ride.