Chapter 9: We All Love Hugs
I was washing lettuce under the faucet for a salad when I heard Bernadette’s footsteps down the hall. She came into the kitchen and plopped into a chair. She asked about my day.
“It was going good until I checked in on Gertrude.”
“The lesbian,” she said and smiled.
I didn’t smile back.
“Okay, what’s up?”
I went to the fridge, poured her a glass of Chardonnay, and pulled out a can of pop for myself. I left the lettuce to drain on a paper towel, then dried my hands, and sat down across from her. I told her about the missing notebook, a little about the contents, her companion, Phyllis, and the cold and late meal.
“Ouch. That doesn’t sound good. Her personal history could spread like wildfire. Doesn’t matter who you are or where, people love to gossip. It’s
