"Good morning, Eleanor," greeted the middle-aged woman with a warm smile, picking up a blueberry muffin. "Mornin', Maggie," Eleanor, the portly, grey-haired woman behind the counter replied, ringing up the pastry. "The usual?" "Yes, please," Maggie said, handing over a ten dollar bill. In return, Eleanor placed a large cinnamon cronut in a bag and passed it over with the change. "I hear the book club's meeting at Betty's tonight," Elean't voice was tinged with curiosity as she scratched the counter absentmindedly. "Mm-hmm," Maggie nodded, her mouth full of muffin. "You should join us sometime, Eleanor." "Oh, I don't think so." Eleanor chuckled, her bingo-winged arms folding across her rotund belly. "Mysteries aren't my cup of tea." "It's more than just mysteries, you know," Maggie countered, her eyes twinkle. "We're also discussing the newest romance novel by Belinda Bankston." "That one with the windswept Scottish laird? No, thank you," Eleanor scoffed, as she wiped a spotless display case. "Suit yourself." Maggie shrugged, moving towards the door. "But Betty's lemon bars are to die for," she added, winking. "I'll keep that in mind," Eleanor said, her tone non-committal. As the bell jangled on Maggie's departure, Elean's