“The boatyard can be a dangerous place,” Nancy said. She pointed at a series of binders on a shelf behind the counter. “That’s why we have so many safety rules and regulations in place. People complain about them. I don’t know why they don’t realize that they’re for their own good.”
“Nancy, it wasn’t a safety issue. It was pure clumsiness on my part. A dog barked and it startled me. I lost my grip, and well…you know what happened next.” Nancy’s eyes narrowed. “I’d better go get my clothes out of the dryer,” Leilani said hastily.
“That’s probably a good idea, dear,” Nancy said.
“By the way, who’s Mrs. Diamond?” Leilani asked me as she reached out to open the door.
“Oh, that’s you. At least, that’s what I used to call you, on account of your diamond necklace. I saw your husband give it t
