The Flickering Light at the Delecroix Mansion
Dear Diary,Tonight, something stirred that hasn’t stirred in a while. And no, I don’t mean Tiger’s appetite for anything not shaped like a perfectly symmetrical tuna medallion. I mean something at the Delecroix Mansion. Something… flickering. It started just after midnight, when Tiger insisted on his “Evening Perimeter Patrol”—which is less of a walk and […]
The Case of the Vanishing Scone
Dear Diary,Something suspicious is afoot. And not just the usual suspicious, like “Suzy Mae wore fur-lined boots in May again” or “Tiger knocked my antique ink pot into the ficus with no remorse.” No, this morning’s mystery is both culinary and criminal. I began the day, as any self-respecting woman should, with a singular mission: […]
