Seventy-Two-Year-Old Darla Pays Cash for an Emerald Green Prom Dress
Ben picked up his coffee cup and took a slow drink.
“Who else is there to deal with him?”
I didn’t answer right away.
I took the auto insurance notice out of my purse, folded it twice and tucked it into my coat pocket.
Ben got up from the table and put on his coat.
“Just make sure whatever you do doesn’t make it harder on Sadie.”
“It won’t,” I said.
He went out the back door and left the house quiet behind him.