In a rehabbed Spur station outside the small town of Kindred, three semi-desperate, forty-plus women have launched the Cackleberry Club.
Eggs are the morning specialty here : fluffy omelets, slumbering volcanoes, toad in the hole, and eggs on a cloud. This cozy little café even offers a book nook and knitting nest, and business has been good. But two murders, a runaway girl, a vicious widow, and a messianic cult leader just might lead to their undoing.
Eggs are the morning specialty here : fluffy omelets, slumbering volcanoes, toad in the hole, and eggs on a cloud. This cozy little café even offers a book nook and knitting nest, and business has been good. But two murders, a runaway girl, a vicious widow, and a messianic cult leader just might lead to their undoing.
When Ozzie Driesden, Kindred's local mortician, ends up on his own slab, the ladies from the Cackleberry Club launch their own investigation. But as friends become suspects, one suspect turns traitor.
Recipes included.
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