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That night Molly made sure her guests had dinner plans and didn’t need anything, and then asked Ben if he would like to go to Chez Papa for dinner.
“Are you sure you don’t want to go someplace different? Or we could just stay home and make omelets,” he said, putting his forearms on her shoulders and bending down to kiss her.
“That would be fun. And tasty,” said Molly. “But I haven’t seen Lawrence in an age, and I was thinking we might hear some juicy gossip…it’s usually so crowded on Saturday night, there might be some people there who knew Petit.”
“You are a workaholic, you know that?” he said, ruffling her hair.
“I do. Well, I’m not really. It’s only that…this case feels a little funny to me. Do you know what I mean? Laurine is serving up her brother on a silver platter, which—if
