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True Confections, page 1
part #1 of Amish Cupcake Cozy Mystery Series
True Confections
An Amish Cupcake Cozy Mystery
Ruth Hartzler
True Confections: An Amish Cupcake Cozy Mystery
(Amish Cupcake Cozy Mystery Book 1)
Ruth Hartzler
Copyright © 2019 Ruth Hartzler
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ISBN 9781925674903
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The personal names have been invented by the author, and any likeness to the name of any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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Chapter 1
“Jane Delight, have you heard a word I said?”
I stared at my husband blankly. He always said my full name when I irritated him. I couldn’t quite take in his words. Maybe I was dreaming? It all seemed so surreal.
It was my fiftieth birthday and my husband had taken me out for dinner. He said he had news and I had thought he was going to invite me to renew our vows.
I looked around the restaurant. It was a trendy, expensive French restaurant, and my husband had not taken me to a fancy restaurant in years. In fact, we hadn’t eaten dinner together in ages. He was always home late or away on extensive business trips.
“I can see you’re upset, Jane,” he continued.
I finally found my voice. “Upset? Upset?” I repeated. I heard my voice come out as a squeak.
“Now don’t make a public scene, Jane,” Ted said after tut-tutting. “I told you this in public so you wouldn’t make a scene.”
I had never made a scene. In fact, I was painfully aware I was a meek people-pleaser and I continually vowed to overturn that tendency somehow.
“Is this some sort of a joke?” I asked hopefully.
His eyebrows knit in the middle. “How could you think I would joke about such a thing?” he said in a scolding tone. “No, we are getting a divorce.”
I clutched my chest. “Don’t I have any say in it?”
“It won’t help to be clingy, Jane. We’re getting a divorce and that’s final.” He hesitated and then added, “I’m going to marry my mistress.”
The waiter who had just arrived at our table turned red and hurried away. I was speechless, and that seemed to embolden Ted, as he pushed on. “I’m in love with her. I’m in love with Cherri.”
“Cherry?” I repeated. “Did you say her name was Cherry?”
“Cherri with an i,” he said, as if that explained everything. “She’s having a baby. We’re having a baby.”
I dug my fingernails into the tablecloth. I had never had a baby. Ted had told me after we married that he didn’t want children. I stared at him and realized my jaw was hanging open.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked, doing my best not to cry.
“That’s the whole point of having a mistress,” he said with a shake of his head. “Husbands don’t usually admit it to their wives, but now I have to tell you because, well you know, because of the baby. Cherri is five months along.”
“Five months?” I shrieked. “Your affair has been going for five months?”
Ted shook his head. “No, it’s been going on longer than that. Now I know you signed a pre-nup when you married me, with me being a highly successful lawyer and all, but I wanted to give you some money because I feel bad.”
I tried to say something cutting, but couldn’t find my voice.
Ted pushed on. “Yes, I’d like to give you some money, but I won’t be able to. I’m sure you can understand that, what with the baby coming. I have to support Cherri and the baby, so I won’t be able to give you any money after all. And I need the house.”
“The house?” I repeated. “Our house?”
“It’s a big house and there’s only one of you, so you don’t need a big house. I’m sure Cherri and I will have several children since she’s only in her early twenties. You could go back to being Amish,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “After all, you were brought up Amish. You can go back to being Amish and you won’t need any money. Don’t they live off the land or something? No electricity and all that. Think of the money you’ll save.”
“I can’t go back to being Amish,” I snapped. “I left the Amish when I was sixteen.” The room spun and I feared I might faint.
He shrugged one shoulder and checked his phone. He shot off a quick text and put the phone back in his pocket. “What about your twin sister, Rebecca?”
“What about her?” I said through clenched teeth.
“She’s still Amish.”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You can go and live with her. It’s in another state, so we won’t run into each other. I’m sure you don’t want to happen across Cherri. It would be embarrassing for you.”
I stared at Ted in disbelief. We had been married for almost thirty years and yet he was ending our marriage so easily. My head was spinning.
“But I have no skills, no qualifications. How will I find work?”
“You do have a degree in PR. You used to have a top job working for that fashion designer in New York. That’s what you were doing when we met. You’ll be all right. You’ll soon make money again.”
“Ted, that was almost thirty years ago,” I protested, “and I was only an intern. I haven’t worked in decades. No one is going to employ me now.”
“You can live with your sister’s family and babysit some kids or something,” he said. “Go back to the Amish—you’ll fit right in.”
I sat there, frozen to the spot in disbelief. How could he do this to me? Sure, the spark had gone out of our marriage years ago, but I thought that was just the way it went with marriages. I had done everything I could to make the home a happy one and I had thought Ted was content. Come to think of it, he had been far more content in the last few months, and now I knew why.
Something occurred to me. “Why are you doing this on my birthday? It’s my birthday.”
“You already said that once,” he said. “Sure, I know it’s not the ideal time to tell you, but then again I’m sure there is never a good time to tell you my mistress and I are having a baby and that you and I are getting a divorce. I suppose this is as good a time as any.”
I looked at his face and wondered if I could upturn a plate of food over his head. Still, I had been brought up Amish and that wasn’t the thing to do. I couldn’t even call Rebecca and cry on her shoulder. As she was Amish, she didn’t have a phone in her house and of course didn’t own a cell phone. She owned a cupcake store and there was a phone there for the business, but I had to wait until working hours to tell her what had happened.
“This will be good for you,” Ted said.
“Exactly how will it be good for me?” I snapped.
“Don’t raise your voice, Jane. It will be good for you because you can get on with your new life.”
My emotions had run the full gamut, from disbelief to remorse, to anger, to shock, and now I was angry once more.
I clutched the butter knife with both hands and shut my eyes tightly, thinking of all the horrible things I could do to Ted, and then sent up a silent prayer for forgiveness. When I opened my eyes, Ted was gone.
Chapter 2
Six Months Later
I had settled into the apartment over my sister’s cupcake store. Compared to my former house, it was small, but at least I had the company of my sister through the day in working hours. She lived an hour’s buggy drive from her store with her husband on their farm, so at night I was left alone with my thoughts.
I helped my sister with the cupcake store through the day and did a considerable amount of the baking. It had turned out to be a blessing that her previous assistant had left the day of my fiftieth birthday, and it seemed to me a small irony that her assistant had left to get married.
Rebecca and I had stayed close since I’d left the Amish after my rumspringa at the age of sixteen. I was happy for the company, but after six months, the situation with Ted was still raw. I told myself I had come to terms with it, but I wasn’t quite managing, to be honest.
My sister’s voice broke me from my reverie. “Jane, are you all right?”
I looked across the dinner table to Rebecca and her husband. Ephraim at once picke
I chuckled. “How did you know I wasn’t saying a particularly long silent prayer?”
Rebecca shook her head. “I’ve been around some particularly long silent prayers and yours would have been the longest.”
I continued to chuckle. The Amish said a silent prayer before, and usually after, every meal. As a child, it had been suggested to me to recite the Lord’s Prayer, but I had never actually asked anyone what they said in their silent prayer. Still, when I was at an Amish meal, everyone opened their eyes just as I did and as I always silently recited the Lord’s Prayer, I figured that’s what they were doing too.
“Are you worried about meeting your roommates?”
I shrugged one shoulder and inhaled the heavenly scent of roasted chicken, mashed potato, and chicken gravy in front of me alongside the home-made applesauce, bread, and pickled cabbage. “Since I’ve lived in the apartment alone for so long, I am a little worried about how I’ll fit in with roommates. The only person I’ve ever lived with was my husband.” I quickly amended it to, “My ex-husband.”
I scowled, but then realized the Amish don’t hold grudges, so I plastered what I hoped was a peaceable look on my face.
“Eleanor and Matilda are lovely ladies,” Rebecca said. “Anyway, you’ll meet them tomorrow. They’re very nice. Isn’t that right, Ephraim?”
Ephraim simply nodded and piled mashed potato into his mouth. A kindly man, Ephraim wasn’t one for conversation. He enjoyed working on the farm in solitude. Rebecca was more of a people person and since her children had grown up and gone on to have families of their own, I’m sure she enjoyed the interaction with people that her cupcake store brought her.
How I envied her life. Maybe if I had stayed Amish, I would have a husband and children, even grandchildren of my own, just like Rebecca had.
I shook my head. I wasn’t Amish, and there was no way I ever could be again. I could not live without electricity or internet, or even the Hallmark channel. Still, at times, I did envy the Amish ways.
“Those two ladies have been away on an awfully long cruise,” I said to Rebecca. “I thought cruises were only for a few weeks, but they’ve been gone more than six months.”
“Well, they’re not your usual sort of people,” Rebecca said, and Ephraim smothered a laugh.
I looked my twin sister straight in the eye. “What aren’t you telling me, Rebecca?”
Her face was a picture of innocence. “Nothing, really. They’re awfully nice, like I said. They’re just a little unusual, that’s all.”
My mind ran through the possibilities. “When you say unusual, what exactly do you mean?”
She hesitated. “Matilda watches a television show all the time and always talks about it. I believe it’s some sort of a mystery or detective show.”
“What’s the name of it?” I asked her.
She pursed her lips. “I can’t remember, but I’m sure it’s about an elderly lady who solves crimes.”
I quirked one eyebrow. “Miss Marple?”
“It could be. That does sound familiar.”
I was sure there had to be more to it. “So, is there anything else strange about them, Rebecca?”
“Not really. They’re very spritely for English ladies in their eighties.”
I knew when Rebecca said ‘English’ she didn’t mean they were British; rather, that was her way of saying Eleanor and Matilda were not Amish. “You didn’t tell me they were in their eighties,” I said, trying not to sound accusatory. I imagined frail old ladies who needed considerable assistance in their daily lives. And how on earth would they make it up the stairs to the apartment? The stairs were quite steep.
“You wouldn’t think it to look at them,” Rebecca continued, “considering they don’t do any hard work on a farm to make them fit. Anyway, to answer your original question about why they were away so long, they were on a world tour. I expected them back well before now, but they ended up staying in the south of France. They have sent me lots of letters. There’s nothing to be nervous about. You’ll like them, won’t she, Ephraim?”
Ephraim nodded, but did not look up from his pickled cabbage.
“Is that all that’s worrying you?” my sister asked me.
I shook my head. “I was worried because that man was in again today.”
That got Ephraim’s attention. He set down his fork. “Colin Greaves?” His tone was grim.
Rebecca nodded.
“Did he give you any trouble?” Ephraim asked her.
“Just the usual,” Rebecca said. “I’m sure he thinks if he pressures me enough, I’ll sell him the bakery.”
“He’s quite unpleasant, but his manner falls just short of threatening,” I added. “It’s just as well that the other store not far from yours is holding out as well. It would be far worse if you were the last one left.”
“I’m quite concerned about this,” Ephraim said. “Maybe I should speak to the bishop about it again.”
“There is nothing the bishop can do about it,” Rebecca said. “The bishop is hardly likely to speak to Mr. Greaves and tell him to stop pressuring me.”
“Then how will this end?” Ephraim asked her. “This Colin Greaves will continue to pressure you until you sell, and if those other people sell, then he’ll be even worse as Jane pointed out.”
“I’m sure he’ll soon realize I won’t give in to his demands and he’ll decide to buy somewhere else, another parcel of property to develop,” Rebecca said. Her tone was light, but I could see she was concerned.
“We could always sell the store and the apartment and buy somewhere else,” Ephraim said.
Rebecca pointed to me. “What about Jane? And Eleanor and Matilda?”
“Don’t worry on my account,” I said. “And if you’re worried about the other two ladies then I’m sure we could all find somewhere to rent together.”
Rebecca shook her head. “Nee, I will not cave in and agree to sell the property to that man. He’s just a bully and I’m sure he’ll give up soon.”
Ephraim and I exchanged glances. I didn’t share Rebecca’s opinion and it was clear to me that Ephraim did not either.
“Jane, last time we had dinner, you said you thought you were being followed but weren’t too sure. Do you still think you’re being followed?” Ephraim asked me.
“I don’t know. Sometimes I think it’s my imagination, as I’ve only caught glimpses of whoever it is. I can’t imagine why anyone would follow me.”
“What about your ex-husband? Would he have you followed?”
“I’ve thought about that,” I admitted. “I can’t see why he would. He’d have nothing to gain.”
Rebecca stood up abruptly. “I’ll fetch the ice cream.”
I stood up too, but she waved me down. “You sit there, Rebecca.” With a backward glance over her shoulder, she hurried out of the room. I figured she was worried about Colin Greaves and wanted some time alone. The man was obnoxious, and in the time I had been working in Rebecca’s store I had met him on several occasions. He had put on a charming front, but there was venom behind the smile. Colin Greaves had never actually threatened Rebecca, but I didn’t know what would happen if she continued to refuse his offers to buy. Lately, his visits had been more frequent.
I wished there was something I could do to help, but I was practically penniless. Rebecca wasn’t charging me much rent, partly to do me a favor and partly as Eleanor and Matilda paid well for the apartment. I had managed to save a small amount, but certainly nothing to help her relocate. Still, I knew Ephraim and Rebecca could afford to sell and then buy elsewhere, but Rebecca obviously did not want to do so.
Rebecca presently returned with ice cream and Shoo-fly pie. I had certainly missed Shoo-fly pie in my time away from the Amish, the delicious combination of molasses and brown sugar with a layer of cream on top. I preferred the wet bottom pie to the dry bottom, as I didn’t like too much bottom crust. It certainly satisfied my sweet tooth. I had made it for myself over the years and make Shoo-fly pie cupcakes for the store, but nothing was ever as good as Rebecca’s pies.
