Ruth examined the paper.
“Looks like somebody carried it around.”
“Lauren?”
“Possibly.”
“Why?”
“Maybe Ethan asked about you.”
I stared.
“Why would he?”
“Because he’s marrying your daughter?”
There was nothing wrong with that answer.
It only made the situation harder to understand.
I had met Ethan twice.
Once at Lauren’s office Christmas party.
Once when I dropped off a forgotten bag at her apartment.