Pumpkin Roll by Josi Kilpack Virtual Book Tour October 2011Authors on Tour, Featured — By Tracee Gleichner on September 19, 2011 at 6:42 am
About Josi Kilpack
Josi has combined her love of MOST things edible and her love of writing into the Sadie Hoffmiller Culinary Mystery series. Blackberry Crumble is the fifth book in what will be an eight book series. When Josi isn’t cooking or writing she’s trying to say ahead of her four children, hiding somewhere with a book in hand, or enjoying her backyard chickens. Josi and her family live in Willard, UT.
About Pumpkin Roll
Chance pointed out the window, his mouth open. Sadie turned to follow his gaze and startled to see Mrs. Wapple facing them, now on the sidewalk that ran parallel to the street rather than the walkway leading to her house. The streetlight down the block illuminated the grey hat made of some type of coarse fabric on her head, and long dark hair that fell in frizzy waves past her shoulders. As they watched, Mrs. Wapple lifted her hand and with her pointer finger began drawing pictures in the air.
“Okay, boys,” Sadie said, standing and ushering them off the couch. “She’s just a silly old lady,” Sadie said. “And there’s cake in the kitchen, so let’s eat.” She chose to believe Mrs. Wapple hadn’t caught them spying, but was simply . . . being weird, like Kalan said.
“Cake!” Fig shouted as he bounded off the couch. Chance and Kalan followed, though Kalan kept looking back over his shoulder. Pete finished herding them into the kitchen and soon they were arguing about which piece of cake was the biggest. Once the boys were gone, Sadie hurried to the side of the window near the floor lamp where the pull cord for the heavy blue drapes was tacked behind the curtains, along the right side of the window. Before she pulled the blinds closed she turned the light off, hoping it would make her less visible. Then she looked at Mrs. Wapple one last time. The woman was still on the sidewalk. Still staring with her finger pointing toward the house. No, not the house—pointing at Sadie. Sadie swallowed and pulled a little further behind the heavy curtains. But she didn’t take her eyes off the strange woman outside. Mrs. Wapple lifted her hand higher, so that it was pointing at the sky and then closed her fingers into a fist. Still staring in Sadie’s direction, she punched her hand upward at the precise moment that the light bulb in the lamp next to Sadie exploded with a pop. A thousand tiny shards of paper-thin glass tinkled to the floor while Sadie jumped out of the way.
“What was that?” Pete asked, stepping into the doorway.
Sadie looked at him. “The light bulb exploded,” she said, not allowing herself to even consider the coincidence of it happening at the same time Mrs. Wapple punched an invisible button over her head. Didn’t light bulbs have to be turned on to shatter like that? She looked back at the sidewalk but Mrs. Wapple wasn’t there.
She wasn’t on the sidewalk; she wasn’t digging in the garden. She was gone. Sadie felt a strange tingling sensation wash over her skin, a kind of breeze without air movement as Kalan’s words came back to her, “Mama says she’s a witch.”
Good thing Sadie didn’t believe in that kind of thing.
Josi Kilpack’s PUMPKIN ROLL VIRTUAL BOOK TOUR ‘11 will officially begin on October 3rd and ends on October 28th. If you would like to participate in this tour, please contact Tracee Gleichner at tgleichner(at)gmail(dot)com. Thank you!