Chapter 20 — Clinton’s Confession

Shirley returned a moment later, gathered her folder, and tucked it back into her bag.

“I’ll come back tomorrow morning, Frances,” she said, firm now beneath the sweetness.

“We really do need to get these matters finalized.

For your own good.”

“Of course, dear,” I said smoothly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

She nodded and left, and I sat for a long while at my kitchen table with my heart still going hard.