I closed my eyes, feeling stupid. How had I forgotten about Jane talking to Clara’s neighbors? I should have asked her on the drive back.
“Let’s hear it,” I said, opening my eyes.
Jane placed her hands over her lap. “According to Mr. and Mrs. Watson, Clara is the town’s spy.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Even children know that.”
“The couple said that Clara is worse than a snoop. She’s a gossiper.”
Again, I knew this, but decided to keep my mouth closed. I waited patiently as Jane told me about Clara’s life story from a neighbor’s perspective. It seemed like forever when she finally got the juicy details.
“Clara was spying on their house the morning Doris died. Mr. and Mrs. Watson were putting on a skit for her. The whole community is in on the act.”
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