Plum Pudding Murder by Joanne Fluke Read Free Book Online

hours of screaming teenage girls, amplification so loud it threatened to deafen her, and alternative rock so atonal and nonmusical, she could have been listening to audiotapes of multicar crashes on the interstate.
    “I have to get a Christmas tree by tomorrow morning. Tracey forgot to tell me until I tucked her in bed, but her teacher asked for a volunteer to choose the tree for their classroom, and Tracey volunteered me.”
    “Welcome to the world of parenting,” Hannah said, chuckling slightly. “Relax, Andrea. I’ll go with you pick out a Christmas tree for Tracey’s classroom.”
    “Thanks, Hannah! I knew I could count on you.”
    “That’s what big sisters are for. Shall I pick you up tomorrow?”
    “Not tomorrow. It’s got to be tonight.” Andrea sounded very definite. “I have to deliver it when school starts tomorrow. The kids are going to have a tree trimming party and it needs time to spread out its branches.”
    “But where can you buy a Christmas tree at nine o’clock at night?”
    “The Crazy Elf Christmas Tree Lot,” Mike said, not even pretending he hadn’t been listening to Hannah’s end of the conversation.
    “It’s open until eleven tonight and that gives us plenty of time,” Norman added.
    “Us?” Hannah turned to him in surprise.
    “Yes, us,” Mike replied for both of them. “Norman and I’ll go with you. Picking out a tree is men’s work. You’d probably get some silly pink froufrou flocked thing that would embarrass Tracey in front of her class.”
    Hannah considered taking umbrage at Mike’s slur on her judgment, but she was more amused than offended. It was a well-known fact that Andrea was fond of flocked trees, and Hannah had heard her admire the pink tree in Doug Greerson’s bank window more than once this year. It would be considerably easier to keep Andrea from flocking if three out of four of them were non-flockers.
    “Good,” Hannah smiled at both of them. “I’ve been meaning to get out there. I don’t put up a tree. My place is too small and I’m not here enough to enjoy it. But I hear Larry Jaeger did an incredible job creating a Christmas theme park and I really want to see it.”
    “He sells your cookies, doesn’t he?” Norman asked.
    “That’s right. I’d like to talk to him about that, too. Somebody told me he’s selling out near the end of the night. If that’s true, he might want to increase his daily order.”
    Norman winked at Mike. “That business course she sat in on tonight at the community college must have given her ideas.”
    Hannah was about to deny it when a voice spoke directly in her ear. “Did I hear Mike and Norman?” Andrea asked, pulling her back into the telephone conversation.
    “Yes, and they’re both coming along to help. Let’s meet in the parking lot at The Crazy Elf at ten o’clock. Is that okay?”
    “That’s perfect. It gives me time to go up to the attic and dig out our old Christmas tree stand. Tracey wasn’t sure if they had one, or not.”
    “Okay, see you then,” Hannah said. She hung up the phone and turned to Mike and Norman. “We should leave here in ten minutes. Does anyone want another cup of coffee for the road?”
    Of course the answer was yes on all counts, and Hannah went into the kitchen to put on a fresh pot of coffee. Even though she’d had a long day and she was tired, she was looking forward to visiting Larry’s Crazy Elf Christmas Tree Lot.
    HOT FUDGE SUNDAE CAKES
    Preheat oven to 500 degrees F., rack in the middle position.
    8 ounces salted butter (2 sticks, ½ pound)
    8 ounces semi-sweet chocolate chips (1 and 1/3 cup) (I used Ghirardelli)
    4 egg yolks (save the whites in a covered bowl in the refrigerator to add to scrambled eggs)
    5 eggs
    1 cup white (granulated) sugar
    1 cup flour (all purpose—pack it down when you measure it)
    Vanilla ice cream to finish the dish
    Before you start, select the pans you want to use from the following suggestions:
    You can use large-size deep