Blueberry Cream Cupcake & Murder (A Dana Sweet Cozy Mystery Book 2) by Ann S. Marie

still very serious.” Dana knew all too well how frightening it could be to be suspected of murder. Just the thought alone caused her spine to tingle. Not that she’d been arrested, thank heavens for that.
    “I know it is.”
    “Uncle, is there something I should know. I really want to help you and Aunt Mary.”
    Just then a loud bang and crashing sound came from upstairs and caused both Uncle Max and Dana to jolt.
    “Oh, no!” Dana cried out. “What is it?”
    “Ma!” Uncle Max jumped out of his seat and took off flying up the stairs.
    Dana followed him climbing two steps at a time to keep up with him. Her heels making a clunking sound on the hardwood of the floor. The stair well was very narrow as was common in most Victorian homes.
    By the time she reached up to the stairwell, she turned left to the landing and went into the room where Uncle Max had gone. He was kneeling down at the bedside. “Ma! Ma, are you all right?” He reached over and picked her up.
    “Oh, no,” Dana said, assisting him. “Did she fall out of bed?”
    “Oh, dear…” Aunt Mary moaned. “I think I broke something.”
    “We’ll call Doc Cromwell.”
    “No dear. I think I broke my favorite pair of reading glasses.”
    “Oh is that all? I’ll get you another pair, Ma.”
    “Doc Cromwell? I thought her doctor was Dr. Samson.”
    “Not for a while.”
    Dana and Uncle Max managed to get the very frail and lightweight Aunt Mary back into bed.
    Dana observed the place.
    It seemed as if the loud sound that crashed was the old Victorian side table on four wooden legs and all the glasses and tray of biscuits and pitcher of water that was on it. Thank goodness Aunt Mary was all right. She had apparently tried to reach over to grab something with her long stick that was beside her on the bed. Luckily, the floor had some cushions on the side. Uncle Merv and Aunt Nia said they often put cushions on the side of the bed in case Aunt Mary fell out of bed at night. That was a good thinking and a good habit to have. The cushions seemed to have cushioned her fall. The Victorian side table, however, didn’t fear to well as it now had three little legs instead of four.
    “Ma, what were you doing?” Uncle Max’s tone was anxious.
    “Sorry, dear. I just wanted to reach over to get my funny book.”
    “Your funny book?” Dana echoed.
    “Oh, Ma. You should have told me.” Uncle Max went over to the dresser to retrieve Aunt Mary’s book of comics. “It’s her favorite book. The comics.” Uncle Max explained to Dana.
    “I see,” said Dana.
    “Next time, ring for me, Ma. Don’t try getting out of bed yourself.”
    Dana noticed a brass antique hand bell at the bedside.
    “I’m sorry dear. I just don’t like to be a bother.”
    “Where is Suzie? She should be here by now.”
    “Who’s Suzie, uncle?”
    “The care worker. She comes in once in a while to help out and to get Ma ready for bed and personal care.”
    “I see. Aunt Mary, is there anything I can get you?” Dana went over to the bed and hugged her dear old auntie.
    “I’m all right dear. I would like some warm milk with honey and a few cherry biscuits if that’s all right?”
    “I’ll get it, Ma.”
    “Are you sure, Uncle Max. You’ve had a very stressful morning.”
    “It’s the least I could do.”
    Uncle Max left the room after picking up the tray from the floor and putting the contents back on the tray.
    Dana sat on the side of the bed with Aunt Mary. “It’ll be all right, Aunt Mary. Don’t you worry about a thing.” Her voice was soothing and soft.
    Aunt Mary sighed deeply. “I wish, I could stop worrying, dear Dana. But it isn’t easy you  know. Everyone sees me as helpless, but I wasn’t always that way.” She looked out the window. “You know I used to work for the military back in the day. After the war.”
    “My goodness, Aunt Mary. That’s fantastic. I know they needed a lot of women back then when all the men went off to fight. I’m so proud