"Tell me, what"s the scoop?" Josie asked Claire on Saturday afternoon. They had swept the leaf debris left from winter off the front porch swing at Claire"s house, folded the skirts under their legs, and were lazily swinging, enjoying the warmth of the spring day.
"The school project and the story about the garden in bloom are in the can. I have nothing new on the Caruso and D"Agostino killings. Those seem to have run into a dead-end alley," Claire answered.
Josie waved her hand as if brushing those stories away. "Not that, silly. I mean," she lowered her voice, "Anthony?"
Claire sighed deeply. "I told you he"s married."
Josie hummed a non-reply and then said, "But not forgotten seeing as you"ve been tracing a heart and the initials A. G. on your thigh."
Claire faced Josie.
"Don"t tu
