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Mike decided he’d rather keep her talking than try to explain himself to himself, never mind anyone else.
“Were you close?”
“Not the way you mean,” Andi’s words came slowly. “He and his wife were my best friends. I can’t even face her, though she’s reached out several times. Christ!”
Andi twisted enough to glare up at him.
“Seriously, how do you get people to spill s**t like that?”
Mike shrugged as if it was no big deal.
Andi huffed out a sigh and went to a sink to wash her face.
Sister Mary Pat had always loved telling him that he’d had the gift of the “secret superpower of gab” all the way back to when goo-goo and ga-ga were the extent of his vocabulary. She’d been a family friend. After the car wreck killed his parents when he was nine, he’d done the rest of his growing up in
