“I can help too,” Peggy said. “I decided to call up Weslea, the first wife. We’re having tea later today. Is there anything specific I should ask, do you think?”
“Ask about those burial plots,” Roz said.
I agreed. “Right. Maybe she can provide a reason the new wife decided to cremate him instead.”
Peggy pulled a piece of garlic bread apart. “Those are some pretty personal questions. I hope I can work that into the conversation without being awkward.”
“Talk about one of your crazy relatives and then kind of pop it on her afterward,” Roz suggested. “She’ll never see it coming.”
The comment went over Peggy’s head. “What crazy relatives?”
Roz c****d her head. I could tell she wanted to answer that question, then thought better of it. “I don’t have a role in this scheme,” she said instead
