Bert patted his wife's hand tucked in the crook of his arm. “That could never happen, my dear.” He lifted his hat for a moment. “Pardon us, Miss Schafer. We don't want to miss the newsreel.”
Teddy stepped aside. “Of course. Enjoy your day.”
“You do the same.” They sauntered past in a cloud of perfume and aftershave.
Her nose wrinkled as she watched their receding figures. Had they told the truth? They seemed genuine, and Ric had spoken with the man's pastor who gave them a glowing reference. Still, their presence seemed too coincidental, especially after her feeling of being watched.
She sighed. Mistrusting everyone she met was exhausting.
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Ric rummaged in the back of the closet for his blue suit jacket and stumbled on a purse. One of Bea's purses. He recoiled as if burned. Hadn’t h
