40Telling Ben the news about Camille’s alibi involved eating a dish of crow. Molly had no desire to put that on top of the lovely lunch she had just eaten, but what choice did she have? When she got home, she told him what Pascal had related about the kiss in the foyer, thinking she was doing a better job of hiding her disappointment than she was.
Ben was no dummy, and refrained from saying anything even in the neighborhood of ‘I told you so.’
Nonetheless, Molly was mad at him.
“You know you want to say it, so just go on and say it,” she said, knowing full well she was acting like a thirteen-year-old and not a grown woman only days away from turning forty.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Ben, who again, was no dummy.
Molly sighed theatrically. “Well, ugh. Just ugh. I su
