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    Georgia Meets Virginia
    Georgia Meets Virginia
    Georgia Meets Virginia
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    Georgia Meets Virginia

    By Jennifer Oberth

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    A rich widow hires Ginny Travis as her new chef but instead of flexing her creative muscles, Ginny is dragged around the town of Doyle, Illinois, investigating a murder.

    She's not checking her soufflé or stirring a pot - she's checking out alibis and stirring up trouble.

    Ginny's new boss isn't interested in food, but will stop at nothing to serve up justice.

    Can Ginny handle her newfound, non-kitchen responsibilities or is this a recipe for disaster?

    1st in the Georgia H. Mysteries.

    'Georgia Meets Virginia' is 25,664 words.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJennifer Oberth
    Release dateJun 22, 2012
    ISBN9781476314075
    Georgia Meets Virginia
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    Jennifer Oberth

    Jennifer Oberth is a sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor. She likes long walks on the beach.Oh, this is an Author Bio? In that case...Ahem,Jennifer Oberth is a sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor. She likes to take long walks on the beach where she thinks up delicious ways to murder people and give them motives, means, opportunities and fake alibis.Don't randomly ask her what she's thinking because she'll tell you. She doesn't want a repeat of that time she was with a group of strangers and she blurted out her frustration at her car. "How on earth am I expected to kill somebody in the woods without being seen when I can't turn off the automatic headlights?"She didn't know why they shrank back and gave her a wide berth the rest of the evening.She didn't know why no one offered advice to get around this tricky annoyance.It's a coincidence she then started writing cozy mysteries set in 1875...Jennifer Oberth (the sweet, gorgeous, intelligent gal with a great sense of humor) has two cats (Copper & Outlaw). When she's not at work, cursing the computer when it doesn't work, she can be found at home, cursing the computer when it doesn't work.

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      Georgia Meets Virginia - Jennifer Oberth

      Georgia Meets Virginia

      1st in the Georgia H. Mysteries

      By Jennifer Oberth

      Copyright 2012 Jennifer Oberth

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      *****

      Dedication

      To Oma & Opa.

      Together again after thirty-six years.

      *****

      Acknowledgements

      Thank you Mom, Dad, Dana, Aunt Sue & Dan.

      Thank you Diane, my wonderful editor.

      *****

      Bonus Features

      Ginny Travis' blog entries can be found at the end of the book, as well as other excerpts and information. Please factor them into the page count.

      Georgia Meets Virginia is 25,664 words.

      Georgia Meets Virginia

      CHAPTER ONE

      Another Day Another Dollar

      I struggled up the stairs with three bags of groceries from the new Whole Foods on Potter Drive. Everything seemed new in Doyle, Illinois—not just me, Ginny Travis, chef extraordinaire.

      After landing a job working for a lady at…I repositioned the bags so I could see my scribbled handwriting. 508 Copper Street, Apartment #212. The building was old, the first thing I'd seen that had any character or life in this small town.

      Taking a breath to steady myself for the meet and greet, I knocked on the door. A tall woman with lackluster chestnut hair and deep blue eyes answered. A dingy robe hung loose over yellow pajamas; but she gave the air of a lady wearing a light dress and high-heeled shoes. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, if that. I knew she was a rich widow who lived alone but for some reason, I pictured her older. According to her email, she didn't get out much and hated to cook—hence a job that I'd love in this troubled economy.

      So, this was to be my new boss. I smiled at her and a strand of my unruly, reddish-brown hair fell into my eyes as she scowled at me. You must be Mrs. … Crap. I'd forgotten her name. My hands were full but I managed to flick open my note. It fell to the hallway floor. I hunted my memory but her name eluded me like a tax refund. Grayson? No. Jordan? No. Maybe if I said it. Mrs. G. …uh…

      Heumannskemper.

      That couldn't be right. Hoy-mans-kemper? I'd remember a name like that.

      People have trouble remembering it. I'd change it if I cared what others thought. You're not here about a corpse, are you?

      Is that an option? I laughed, but she continued to glare at me. I'm here for the job.

      Come in. She swung the door wide. I see you brought your lunch with you. Get settled and we'll go over your duties.

      I stepped into the little apartment and my gaze went straight to the kitchenette in the corner. It was separated from the large front room by a low wooden counter. I saw no stools. In fact, there were no dining chairs at all. One door stood to the right, a bathroom or bedroom I guessed. It was a small apartment for a rich widow. The kitchenette was doable but I was disappointed. An artist prefers a big ol' ceiling to paint his heart's desire, not a scribbled-on piece of paper, crumpled and discarded on the floor.

      Where can I put these bags? I asked politely.

      In the bathroom.

      Great. I get to work for a comedian. Mrs. Herman…Mrs. Hormean…Helmetcamper? Crap. Whatever her name, she glared at me again before plopping on a brown sofa, turning to its back and curling up.

      All righty then, a depressed comedian. No matter. Private chefs will run into this sort of thing. I shouldn't make assumptions but I would guess, by the looks of this kitchenette and her attire at 9:30 AM, that she was nutritionally deficient. Probably ate junk food. I flung open the cabinets. Empty. I checked the fridge. An old salad in a plastic takeout box stared back at me. The lettuce was encrusted with ice and the artichoke hearts were fuzzy. Okay, so she ate out.

      There was no way I would store food here without a thorough cleaning. Fortunately, I'd brought some eco-friendly supplies for just such an event and I set to work.

      What is taking so long, Caroline?

      I lifted my head out of the refrigerator. Are you talking to me?

      No, I'm talking to the cat.

      You have a cat?

      She craned her neck, nearly falling off the couch. No. I was being sarcastic. Do you have PTSD?

      I gave it up for Lent.

      She studied me with one eye, shutting the other as if it interfered with her scrutinization. There's nothing wrong with you. Good. We'll need that.

      I'd lost the conversation. Many people who didn't eat would balk at a full meal. I'll have breakfast ready in a jiffy. How about something simple? Peanut butter and celery?

      I don't want breakfast. I want you to be ready to go.

      Go where?

      Any minute a corpse is going to knock on that door.

      I'll set another plate.

      She stood. I hired you to help me.

      That can only start with a good breakfast. Something light since it looks as though you haven't eaten in three years.

      I eat when I'm hungry.

      Good. Progress. Lots of people eat big dinners and wake up without the pull of hunger. Then they eat a light lunch, are starving by the evening, and eat a big dinner. All those calories and nutrients filling the body at bedtime instead of fueling it throughout the day. It was just a matter of flip-flopping the schedule. When do you get hungry?

      Never.

      I removed the fridge's discolored glass shelf and laid it over the unused counter. Are you going to be difficult?

      We're already there. Be ready. We'll move on a moment's notice, Caroline.

      Move where? You're in a robe. And my name's not Caroline.

      Of course it is.

      Ginny.

      I don't drink.

      No, my name is Ginny. I didn't judge her harshly—how could I? I couldn't remember her name. That could get dicey if I didn't nip it in the bud somehow. All I had to do was say her name twenty times in my head. Mrs. Hormanscamper. Mrs. Hormanscamper. Mrs. Hormanscamper.

      Of course it's Caroline. I would know. I had to hire you.

      It's Ginny. I'm quite sure on that point.

      She rubbed her chin. As in Virginia?

      Yes.

      Well, there you go then. I knew it was a state. Like Georgia.

      Wow! Where could I start with that sentence? But it's not my name.

      I could hardly care less if your name was Rupert Piccadilly.

      I'd still prefer you call me Ginny.

      Have it your own way. She plopped down. What do I care?

      I went back to my kitchen duties. Caroline isn't even a state.

      Her voice floated over. Are you going to be like this all the time?

      There was a knock at the door.

      She jumped up and smoothed her robe. She massaged her face and slackened her jaw. Do I look compassionate?

      You look drunk.

      She flung her hands in the air. Why do I bother? She answered the door.

      A timid, female voice carried through the apartment. Are you Georgia Heumannskemper?

      Heumannskemper! That was it. Oh, 'Georgia'. She thought she remembered my name, Virginia, as it was a state like her own name. She ended up with 'Caroline' instead of 'Carolina'. I was beginning to see how her mind worked. Once I fed it proper fuel she'd feel a hundred times better. Food healed all. It could also kill, as slow as arsenic poisoning. Not that that comes from my knowledge of

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