Margaritas, Marzipan, and Murder Page 17

  Certain the women needed something else—some sugar, a refill, directions to the restroom—I opened my mouth to ask if there was anything else I could do for them. Before I could say anything though, I realized why—today at least—they were all so reluctant to get up from the table.

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