A Deadly Inside Scoop (An Ice Cream Parlor Mystery, #1)

by Abby Collette

When we were kids, we weren’t allowed in “grown folks’” business. They spoke in hushed tones around us or we were told to leave the room.

She said that sometimes to get clarity you just had to be still.

Once again invading my space and trying to lurk inside my brain with nothing more than a mere pittance as an admittance fee.

But after going off to college and living in New York, I’d hoped he’d formed a different opinion of me. Felt different about my strength. My endurance over life’s bumps and ditches.

I loved the smell of books.

making sure that everyone, no matter their station in life, counted.

“That’s some male superiority hogwash,” he said. “You of all people should know about female determination.”