Clara continued to read. A short while later she heard Lena coming down the stairway that led to the kitchen. “It’s about time you woke up Lena”.

“It’s only eight o’clock Clara. I don’t get up with the birds like you”.

“The early bird catches the worm”. Replied Clara.

“I don’t like worms”. Lena said with a smile as she entered the kitchen.

“Clem Bristol is dead Lena”.

“What”! Lena said with a shocked look on her face.

“You heard me. Clem Bristol is dead. Seems he died while we were in Atlantic City. The newspaper said they are doing an autopsy but that he most likely died from natural causes”.

“I don’t believe that”, Lena replied. He was the picture of health”. Clara handed her the newspaper.

“Here, read it for yourself”. Lena took the paper from Clara and sat down at the table. Clara made her a cup of tea and some toast.

“It says here they are trying to get in touch with his son Jeffery. Oh, that poor boy and him an only child. Does he still live in California Clara”?

“I suppose so, but I saw him in town a day or so before we left, he was at the Tea Room having lunch with Clem. Sounded like they were having a disagreement about something but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I only know he was staying at the Golden Lion Motel and not at his father’s house”.

“Really”? Lena looked up at her sister in surprise.

“That’s what I heard. The new waitress, I think her name is Gloria told me. Come to think of it, she was being quite flirty with Jeffery that day. Personally, I don’t think Clem died of natural causes”.

“Oh, Clara, you’re not going to start playing detective again are you”?  Acting like she didn’t even hear her sister she replied with a smile; “I think we should have lunch at the Tea Room today”. Lena just shook her head and said;

“Here we go again”.