“Briefly.”
“Where?”
“At Lauren’s office Christmas party.”
“Two years ago.”
“Yes.”
“And since the engagement?”
I didn’t answer.
Ruth unfolded the receipt she’d just folded.
“I know you don’t like being pushed.”
“Then stop.”
She smiled slightly.
“Not my strongest skill.”
We had lived next door to each other for thirty-one years.
Ruth knew when I was lying to her.