Cadaver Cheeks

She was thrilled to be back on the job. This was her own version of police work. No guns, no uniform and lots of solitude. Let the big boys drive fast use sirens and carry weapons. Hers was gap toothed detective work. Ever since she solved the Mahoney-Joyner case by identifying the killer's droopy earlobes she was given respect. It didn't matter that she arrived at this work through the ceiling Sistine Chapel rather than the usual channels.

When she wasn't on the prowl she was writing walking and baking. Listening to the police radio was her version of playing an opera.

A real end of the day vacation was walking two miles to the pond and swimming with her Newfie Reginald in ice cold water and then having hot tea while watching the fog burn off. This made her hungry. She made a boat load of buttermilk pancakes for supper. She called them cadaver-cheeks and shared them with Reggie.