As if on cue, Elizabeth barged through the French doors and went hunting for her fur stole. Once she’d found it, she banged back out without saying farewell to anyone. Hmm. So much for our having a chat.
There was an uncomfortable silence at the table. Finally Marla said, “Well, Rosie, you’ll just have to find something else to hang on your living-room wall.”
Rosie snorted. “I’m putting up a map of Colorado. A contemporary one.”
The conversation turned to other ways to make money, or to lose it, both sure bets for energetic conversation in Aspen Meadow. Grace and I finished refilling the water glasses and breadbasket, and hightailed it out to the kitchen.
“Remember Larry Craddock said Drew was a crook?” I asked Grace. “I didn’t really believe him. I mean, Drew may have been an unsavory
