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Iced Tea

The Tea Series, Book Three

Sheila Horgan

Copyright © 2011 by Sheila Horgan.

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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, businesses, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No reference to any real person is intended or implied.

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Cover Art by David Avila

Edited by Christie Giraud

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MY SISTER TEAGAN and I were sitting at the table, waxing philosophical, when my brothers showed up with the trunk. Turns out that my mother’s best friend, Bernie, who was once my grandmother’s best friend, had a few surprises in store. The latest turned out to be a locked trunk. For me.

First Bernie died unexpectedly; we’re pretty sure it wasn’t a murder but haven’t gotten confirmation on that yet. Then we find out that the woman, who happened to be older than dirt, had some interesting hobbies, including writing erotica and helping out at church.

We were just getting used to the whole erotica thing, when Mom and Daddy announced at a family dinner that Bernie left each of us, all eight kids and my parents, a little money. Bernie was from Ireland and didn’t have any family here in Florida, so we’d pretty much taken over that honor. It seems Bernie thought of us as family, too — the only real family she had. Wish I’d thought more about that before she died. Bernie has always just been there. I didn’t make a big deal out of her. I didn’t try to have a close relationship with her; I had no idea that she thought of me as the kid most like her. One of those things you can’t go back and change. Unfortunately.

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