Jessica A. Volz

Justice Is Served

“Such dark and brooding good looks, I’d say!” exclaimed my Aunt Margaret Martin as she swooned over a loaf of gingerbread before slathering it with spiked marmalade. “It’s a pity that I decided to share it with our neighbor Mrs. Elton,” she continued, her voice adopting a more abrasive tone. “At least that means that there won’t be enough for you, Miss Elizabeth, so you’d better find some form of gainful employment.”