“The Thursday before Easter.

I saw Richard in the garage with him.” She leaned farther over the fence, and one of her gardening gloves dropped into my marigolds.

“I was at my kitchen sink, rinsing a casserole dish.”

I picked up the glove and brushed off the dirt.

“You saw them?

You saw Richard with Ethan?”

“I know what I saw.” She lowered her voice to a whisper.

“Richard had him by the sleeve.