Literature
Twice Tied Stories
Velma checked her watch again. “Daphne was supposed to meet us at midnight to go over reports of paranormal activity at the old Pendleton Estate.” Fred shook his head. “You know how she is…probably got lost in reading a romance novel or brushing her hair.” The bespectacled girl frowned at her companion’s sexist attitude, but continued to knock at the Blake Mansion door in vain. Her friend could be flighty at times, but was generally punctual about appointments for mystery solving, especially those with her blond boyfriend. Throwing his shoulder at the door like a running back knocks a defender aside, Fred slammed into the oak structure. To his surprise and Velma’s the door swung open. “Guess I don’t know my own strength!” the high school football star beamed. “You don’t” Velma deadpanned. “The door was unlocked.” He shrugged his shoulders, then pulled the female sleuth inside. “Let’s go look for my gal.” A quick search of the first floor revealed little, given that everyone in