By Gayle Trent
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Cake decorator Daphne Martin once more reveals herself and her muffins on the heart of a homicide secret. part the city will get unwell following a cake occasion, yet for terrible Fred Duncan, a bout with power nutrition poisoning speedy turns deadly. Now it really is as much as Daphne to kind during the most probably suspects and work out who frosted Fred.
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Mr. Franklin smiled at me. ” I nodded. ” He used the microphone on Juanita’s register to call someone named Chad to the front, and then he wished me a good evening and ambled toward the back of the store. I knew there hadn’t been any love lost between Mr. Franklin and Fred—Mr. Franklin had once spoken to me about how difficult Fred had become after his accident and how he couldn’t fire him and risk a lawsuit—but this brusque behavior was inexcusable. I made a mental note to ask Fran if she knew or could find out why Fred went to Haysi so often and why Mr.
And I hate, hate, hate hospitals. * I approached the two elderly women volunteering at the reception desk. ” One of the women asked me my name. “Daphne Martin,” I replied politely. Her eyes went wide. ” I stared at her. ” She tapped Fred’s name into the computer before directing me to the ICU waiting area. The halls were lined with potted peace lilies. I spotted the door with the sign reading “Chapel” and considered going in to say a prayer for Fred. The chapel would be an excellent place to hide while I steeled myself to actually go and see him.
I wrapped that gum paste in plastic wrap and put it aside. I then used a bit of tan coloring to create a skin tone. I tinted quite a bit of gum paste this color. I knew I’d need extra if I botched painting the face. Those little eyebrows and eyelashes were going to be really tough to get right. I tinted the remainder of the gum paste red and green. Even if I got frustrated and gave up on the doll, I could still use the green and red gum paste for decoration on Christmas cakes. I took off the gloves and unwrapped the skin-colored gum paste.