CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Picking up the ringing telephone, “Hello,” Ruth answered as she had just finished putting away the groceries she bought over at Franklin’s Market.
“Have you heard, Earl was murdered,” Ellen spoke rapidly.
“Why no, who said he was murdered?”
“I just read it in the Gazette, haven’t you seen yours yet?”
“No, that little snot who delivers it, threw it on the roof again, that stupid kid. I called over there to complain, but nobody ever answer’s the darn telephone.”
Ellen continued, “Well it said Earl Schulz was murdered, but it don’t say how.”
“Thanks for letting me know dear,”
“You take care now.”
Ellen immediately called Beatrice next to see if she had heard the news, as Ruth called Mary; the grapevine was in full swing burning up the lines.