Chapter 9
Mac closed the door just in time to face Dee, standing in the archway between the foyer and the kitchen. She had her arms folded across her chest.
“Well?”
“Were you listening?”
“The whole time. I’m an old lady. I get to be a busybody. And you have to give me a pass, because, you know, I’m ancient.”
Her sly grin was anything but old, Mac thought. He shook his head but couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“You’re incorrigible.”
“I don’t deny it. Lots of other big words too, not all of them flattering, but I’m comfortable in my own skin. That’s the beauty and the reward of getting to be an old bat.” She dropped her arms and moved toward him. “How are you, son?”
“I don’t know. Seeing Hamburger, I mean Barley, was the best. It was what I had been dreaming about all week, but
