Arch said, “I don’t think you’re right, Mom.”
Marla glanced at her watch. “Oh,” she said, her mouth full of doughnut, “the irony of it all. Time for exercise class.”
I nodded. I still needed to find out if Hal was interested in my cleaning offer, so I hustled Patty Sue and Arch along. As they were getting up to leave, I turned to Marla.
“So what’s this about Laura?” I asked in a low voice.
“I’ve seen and heard this and that,” Marla whispered.
“Well, tell me.”
“Not now,” said Marla. She thought. “Let me ask around at the club. That’s where I saw something that made me wonder.”
“Made you wonder about what?”
“Let me call around, will you, Goldy? I hate to gossip.”
Untrue, I thought, as I hastened after her. Marla adored gossip.
We took off for the Aspen Meadow Athletic Club, which o
