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Too Many Suspects

Libby Lou was a professional intermeddler She had her hands in all most all of the towns people’s pots Adding carrots and potatoes to some, digging tomatoes out of others Criticizing the amount of thyme and pepper, Constantly tasting, moving between their houses, burners and pots Taking out, putting in, advising everyone, fixing things Stirring, stirring stirring. Constantly stirring. She came up missing in the middle of winter, chili fixing season. We did not find Lilly Lou’s body until the park thawed out in March. Murder was afoot. There were potholders placed over her dead not-now-prying eyes. It must have been a woman killer, the police chief said. It is potholders, right? A woman’s weapon. But wait, what about Marty, the short order chef. Does he use potholders? Coroner could not figure out cause of death. Police gave up after a year or two. Too many suspects. Whole town knew Lou. She had been fiddling in their stews for a long time Criticizing everyone’s pot.

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