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Authors: Isis Crawford

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Chapter 48
T
hree weeks later, Bernie, Libby, Sean, Marvin, and Clyde were gathered at Michelle's shop for its official opening. By now the majority of the crowd had dispersed, leaving the Simmonses, the Simmonses' friends, Michelle's friends, and her staff behind. Thirty people in all.
The opening had gone well, with Michelle giving out free samples of the food she was going to sell, food Bernie and Libby were distressed to see was a lot like the food they were selling. So was the store layout, for that matter. Maybe the colors on the walls weren't exactly the same shade as the ones on the walls of A Little Taste of Heaven, but they sure weren't that far apart either.
Bernie, Libby, Marvin, and Clyde were quietly standing off in the corner discussing Casper's stunt with Mathilda, while Sean was near the display cases chatting with Michelle's friends.
“It's a miracle she's still running,” Libby was saying, her eyes darting to her dad and back again.
“No,” Marvin said, “it's a miracle you're still alive.”
“That too,” Libby agreed. “Thanks to Casper. Otherwise we'd be dead.”
“Disagree. When it comes down to it, I don't think Ivan or Alla would have shot us,” Bernie said. “I think they would have tied us up and run away.”
“As you pointed out, they already killed one person. Why not three?” Libby demanded.
“So did Casper actually bring the teapot over to Alla's house?” Marvin asked, interrupting the conversation. Just hearing about the possibility of Libby or Bernie being killed was enough to make him feel queasy.
Bernie shook her head. “Nope. It was at the shop.”
“So where is it now?” asked Marvin.
“The bank has it. I understand it's going to go back on the market again.”
Bernie explained.
“Zalinsky bought it with money he borrowed from the National Bank of Florida. He got that money by putting up the apartment building he ‘owned'”—Bernie did air quotes with her fingers—“and by using the painting he'd rented as collateral. His fortune was all a house of cards.”
“And no one thought to check?” Marvin asked. “I find that hard to believe.”
“He forged the provenances,” Libby told him. “And anyway, the more it looks like you have money, the less people are tempted to investigate.”
“Lucky my father got paid in advance,” Marvin observed.
“Yes, it is,” Bernie agreed. “I'll say this for Zalinsky, though. He was a pretty good con man.”
“But not good enough,” Libby pointed out.
“True,” Bernie agreed. “If he was, he'd be in Belize right now, soaking up the sun and planning his next scam instead of six feet under in the Longely cemetery.”
Marvin took a sip of water and rested his cup on the wrought-iron table next to the window. “I thought for sure it was Erin that killed him.”
“Me too,” Bernie replied.
“So why Alla?” he asked.
“Because,” Bernie told him, “not only had Zalinsky ditched Erin for a younger model, but he was in the process of ditching Alla as well.”
“And Magda,” Libby said. “Don't forget about her.”
“I don't think I'd have the energy,” Clyde commented, speaking up for the first time. “Even when I was younger. Three women. That's too much for me.”
“And evidently for Zalinsky as well,” Libby said.
“For sure,” Bernie agreed. “And if you do do that, here's what you don't do,” she said, warming to the topic. “You don't ditch the woman you're using to help you steal something. Especially when that woman knows about poisons and her boyfriend knows about electricity.”
“Well, Zalinsky didn't know that,” Libby said.
“Evidently not,” Bernie agreed. “He wasn't as smart as he thought he was.”
“But how did Alla find out about the other woman?” Marvin asked.
“She didn't. Magda did. She listened in on one of Zalinsky's phone calls, after which she started going through his financial statements. She was so upset with what she found that she went to her cousin Alla for advice . . .”
“Which was how Alla found out,” Clyde said, finishing Bernie's sentence for her.
Marvin frowned. “But why electrocute the man and poison him at the same time? Why not one or the other?”
Clyde stifled a cough. “According to the statement Alla gave, she wanted to make sure he was dead, dead, dead. She wasn't sure that the shock would do it, so she decided to add an insurance policy.”
“Well, she certainly accomplished that,” Libby observed.
“And Ivan?” Marvin asked. “How did he figure in this?”
“He was just the poor shmuck who went along for the ride,” Clyde said. “Sex is a powerful incentive.”
“Speaking of ride, let's not forget our tires,” Libby said.
“That was just because Ivan wanted to put suspicion on Jason,” Bernie said. “He saw us talking to him and figured we'd suspect him when we came out of The Blue House. Which we did.”
“So what's going to happen to Alla, Ivan, and Magda?” Marvin asked. There hadn't been anything in the local paper to date.
Clyde answered. “Magda agreed to testify against Ivan and Alla, so she's probably going away for seven years and will be out in three, while Alla and Ivan will be going on trial for murder two.”
“And The Blue House?” Marvin asked.
“Evidently, the town is going to take it over,” Bernie answered.
“Well, that's one good thing to come out of this at least,” Marvin said.
“True,” Libby said.
“And you can't say Zalinsky wasn't a force to be reckoned with,” Bernie said.
“Also true,” Clyde agreed. He was about to say it was a force he could do without when Michelle clapped her hands.
Everyone turned toward her. She smiled and began to talk. “The first thing I want to do is thank everyone for coming. I want to especially thank Bernie and Libby for being my inspiration.” At that point, she gestured to Bernie and Libby, leaving them no option but to smile their thanks, even though that was the last thing they wanted to do. “It's been a long, hard slog,” Michelle continued, “but I finally made it, and I hope to see everyone back here soon, and if you like my stuff, I hope you'll tell your friends about this place. I'd really appreciate it.”
“We will,” one of Michelle's friends called out.
“Definitely,” another of Michelle's friends said.
Everyone clapped.
“Super,” Michelle replied. Her smile grew. “And now I have one more announcement to make. An important one.”
Libby turned to Bernie. For some reason, Libby could feel a knot in her stomach, and she could tell from the expression on Bernie's face that Bernie was feeling the same way she was.
Michelle paused again to increase the suspense. Then she said, “This just happened, and I am so happy that I wanted to share it with you immediately. Sean and I have decided to get engaged.”
Everyone started clapping and stamping their feet and catcalling. Except for Libby and Bernie. They were in shock.
“This is not going to turn out well,” Libby predicted when she got her voice back.
But Bernie hadn't heard what Libby was saying because she was looking at her dad. Was it her imagination, or did he seem to be in shock too? Or was that just wishful thinking on her part?
“We have to do something,” Libby whispered in Bernie's ear.
“Yes, we do,” Bernie replied.
The question was what.
RECIPES
I
have three recipes for you. I thought I'd have four, but making clotted cream turned out to be much more difficult than I imagined. I'm going to give you the recipe anyway, though, because it is the traditional adjunct to scones and strawberry jam in an English tea, and because maybe you'll have better luck than I did. Also, clotted cream is delicious, and you can always whip the cream if worse comes to worst.
The recipe is simplicity itself. Take two pints of heavy (not ultra-pasteurized) cream, then put a filter in a coffee basket, put the basket in a strainer, put the strainer in a bowl, and pour the cream into the filter in the basket. Put the bowl with the strainer in the fridge for six hours, and scrape down the sides of the filter with a spatula every once in a while. The whey will separate from the cream, and what is left in the strainer will be clotted cream. At least that's the theory. Only, as I said, it didn't work for me. I'm not sure why. If you want to have a go, please feel free and write me if you're successful. I'd love to know what I'm doing wrong.
CHINESE MARBLED EGGS
In keeping with the tea theme, the next recipe is for Chinese marbled eggs, basically hard-boiled eggs with their shells cracked and marinated in soy sauce, tea, and spices. This recipe uses black tea, which can either be loose or in bags. The eggs are easy to make, they're a great snack, they look cool, and kids seem to love them. It's one of those recipes that you can tinker with.
 
6 large eggs
1 or 2 tablespoons or 1 or 2 tea bags of black tea
½ to ¾ of a cup of soy sauce
2 tablespoons of Chinese five-spice powder or two-star anise
1 cinnamon stick
1 teaspoon of sugar
A couple of strips of dried tangerine peel
 
Bring water to a boil, put in the 6 large eggs, and let them cook for 3 to 5 minutes. Then take the pot off the burner, take the eggs out, allow them to cool, and carefully crack the shells. You can do this with the back of a spoon or by rolling them around on the counter. The deeper the cracks, the more the marbling. Then add to a pan with boiling water the black tea, the soy sauce, the Chinese five-spice powder or two-star anise, the cinnamon stick, and the sugar. You can also add a couple of strips of dried tangerine peel if you have that on hand. Put the eggs back into the pot and bring the water to a boil. Then turn the heat down to a low simmer, cover the pan, and let the eggs cook for 30 minutes or so. Remove from heat and let them steep for anywhere from 2 hours to overnight in the fridge.
The next recipe has nothing to do with tea, but it is delicious, so I'm including it anyway. This recipe comes from Dino Centra, who is a truly excellent cook.
GNOCCHI ALLA ROMANA
This is what Dino has to say about the origins of this recipe. Unlike the better-known gnocchi, which are made from potato, these are made from semolina, a durum wheat flour. Long before ships brought native crops from the Americas to Europe, Italy was a land without red sauce, corn polenta, or potato gnocchi. But even without the potato, gnocchi still existed in the form of the classic gnocchi alla Romana, a custardy, oven-baked version made with semolina, egg, cheese, and butter. You could say these are the OG: the original gnocchi.
 
6 cups of milk
Kosher salt
1½ cups of semolina flour
8 tablespoons of unsalted butter, divided in half, plus more for greasing the pan
1 cup of grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, plus more for grating right before baking and at the table
3 egg yolks
 
Preheat oven to 450 degrees. In a large saucepan, heat the milk over medium-high heat, whisking occasionally to prevent scorching, until it is steaming. Season well with salt. While whisking constantly, sprinkle in semolina in a fine shower to prevent lumps: the mixture will thicken and become difficult to whisk. Once all the semolina is added, lower the heat to medium-low, switch to a rubber spatula or wooden spoon, and cook over medium-low heat, stirring constantly for 10 to 15 minutes, until a sticky, dough-like mass forms and begins to pull away from the sides of the saucepan; make sure to stir deep into corners and all over the bottom of saucepan to prevent scorching. Remove from heat.
Stir in 4 tablespoons of butter until melted and thoroughly incorporated. Stir in the grated cheese until melted and thoroughly incorporated. Scrape in the egg yolks and stir until thoroughly incorporated.
Scrape the semolina dough into a buttered, rimmed baking sheet. Using a wet rubber spatula or wet, clean hands, and rewetting frequently to prevent sticking, press and smooth the semolina dough into an even layer about ½ inch thick. It's okay if the dough does not fully reach all edges of the baking pan, as long as it's even throughout. Press plastic wrap against the surface, and refrigerate until set, at least 40 minutes and as long as overnight.
Using a 3-inch round cookie cutter or similarly sized glass, cut the semolina dough into rounds. The rounds can be refrigerated for up to 3 days covered with plastic wrap before topping with butter and cheese and baking. Scraps can be saved and refrigerated for up to 4 days: deep fry in oil for a snack or assemble in a smaller baking dish to make a mini version of this dish.
To bake, grease a large baking dish or ovenproof skillet with butter. Using a thin metal spatula, scrape each semolina round from the baking sheet and arrange them in an overlapping pattern in the prepared skillet or dish.
Melt the remaining 4 tablespoons of butter and drizzle all over the semolina gnocchi. Grate more Parmigiano-Reggiano generously all over. Bake until the gnocchi are hot and brown on top, about 15 minutes.
Serve, passing more grated cheese at the table.
TRIPLE GINGER LOAF
This last recipe comes from an old friend of mine, Linda Nielson, and is worth repeating. It is extremely versatile. This cake goes well with tea or coffee. You can serve it as a snack, put it in a lunch box, or serve it as a dessert. It is tasty and, as my grandmother used to say, a good keeper. What more do you need? Also, ginger is good if you are having digestive issues.
 
⅔ cup of flour
1 teaspoon of ground ginger
1 teaspoon of ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon of baking powder
½ teaspoon of cardamom
½ teaspoon of salt
2 tablespoons of peeled, grated, fresh ginger
½ cup of brown sugar
½ cup of white sugar
½ cup of applesauce or ½ cup of vegetable oil
4 egg whites, or 4 ounces of egg substitute, or 2 eggs
½ cup of buttermilk or sour milk or fat-free yogurt
6 tablespoons of minced, crystallized ginger
 
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Sift the dry ingredients, mix the wet ingredients, combine, add the crystallized ginger, and mix. Butter an 8-inch loaf pan. Bake for 50 minutes, and let cool in pan. You can double this recipe and bake in a Bundt pan, if you would like.

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