We all know a Felicia right? Or are we all Felicia deep down inside? Lately I have been reminding myself that my part in another person’s world is often nearly insignificant.
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After lunch, the detectives went back to talk with the Sydneys.Felicia was quick to scream, “Just because I don’t like her bees or her honey or her doesn’t mean I’d kill her!” She clung to Wybert, who said, “Felicia’s a productive member of society. Someone who works in the soup kitchen wouldn’t kill over bees. That’s just silly.”
Isolde and Ambrose looked at each other, skeptical. “Even the best of us can be pushed to murder. A rare moment is all it takes,” Isolde responded.
“Don’t leave town,” Ambrose warned before the detectives left.