“So there is a where,” I said.

“There’s always a where, Margaret.” She laughed, light and quick.

“That’s what makes it fun.”

Then she tore the top sheet off, folded it in thirds, and slid it into her purse.

“I should get moving.

Beverly is meeting me.”

She left her tea untouched.

The front door had barely latched when I heard Douglas in the driveway.