16
Friday, as I sat deciding on the day’s agenda, the telephone rang. “Hey, Jess,” I answered.
“So, what’s been happening?” No beating around the bush for my sister.
“Not much, really.”
“What about Sean? Have you seen him again?”
I nodded. “I met him on Wednesday.”
“And you didn’t tell me this because ...”
“We only met to talk.”
“About what?” Her voice held both exasperation and excitement.
“Nothing, really, now I think about it.” I pursed my lips. “He asked me about Peter, told me I was with the wrong guy—”
Jess barked out a laugh.
“And we didn’t say much after that—just sat awhile.”
“Sounds riveting.”
I ignored her sardonic tone. “Not really.”
“Have you seen him since?”
I smiled. “He stalked me yesterday, when I was shopping with Poppy.”
Again, she laughed. “And did you s
