Chapter 7

I gazed up and met her eyes. “Look, I know I shouldn’t. I know how stupid this must seem. It seems stupid even to me,” I admitted. “But humor me, please.”

Her shoulders relaxed. She pointed at the photo I’d been staring at. “We were at the Shriner’s club. Carl invited us to sit with them. He was almost never at home. Rosemary said he was always at the club. Least that’s what she believed, until…”

I nodded. “So I should ask about him there?”

She closed the photo album. “Do what you want,” she said. “It’s your summer to waste.”

My grin returned. “Admit it, you’re glad that I’m home.”

She merely offered up an exasperated sigh. “Are you going to make a mess while you’re here?”

“Of my room or the house?” I replied.

“Of your life.”

My sigh echoed hers. “Probably.”

“Then I’ll have to stock up on more gin, just in case.”

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