6
Visiting Neighbors
Joy sat with me in my kitchen. The morning was gray and cold but at least it wasn’t raining. Without my asking, she poured me another cup of tea.
“I can’t believe she lied to me,” I said as I took another shortbread biscuit and nibbled at one corner.
“I was going to ask you about whether it was a good idea for you to interview her or leave it to me,” said Joy as she poured another cup of French-pressed coffee.
I knew Joy really enjoyed using Tom’s French press. If she hadn’t gotten one for Christmas, then I would buy one for their home.
I sighed again and brought my mind back to the problem at hand.
“Okay, so you think she knew something but didn’t want to tell you?” asked Joy bringing us back on topic.
I nodded. We had already discussed this and there wasn’t a
