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Scraps of Paper (Spookie Town Murder Mystery, #1) Scraps of Paper by Kathryn Meyer Griffith
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“life was short, precious, and a person had to live it every moment. Every moment they had.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“You talk about the innocence of nature, yet its the absence of man which makes nature so beautifully pure.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“With all those people around her she’d never been so alone. It’d taken her a while to figure it out but there was more to life than some lousy job and an empty apartment.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“When I’m lonely or sad, all I have to do is sit in the garden, sip a cup of tea, and I’m happy again. It restores my soul.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“ME AND CHRIS ARE SO SCARED. HE WAS MEAN TO MOMMY AGAIN, MADE HER CRY. HURT HER. WE HATE HIM!!!”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“WE WENT TO BED AGAIN WITHOUT SUPPER. SHE WAS MAD. I AM SO HUNGRY.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“empty”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“he was this morning…and have another conversation”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“eat and eavesdrop. The diner had no air conditioning, but there were stand up fans in the back going full blast. They made it comfortable enough. Lush trees, which would help keep the electricity bills down, shaded the diner as they did most of the town’s buildings and kept the heat at bay. In the corner, a middle-aged lady, when she ordered lemon pie, called the waitress”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“She was in search of a new life because the past was unchangeable, but the future wasn’t.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper
“Animals live in another reality than ours, you know. There’s a network where they tell each other which humans can be trusted to care for, love and feed them. That’s how a cat or dog knows which house to go to for shelter.”
Kathryn Meyer Griffith, Scraps of Paper