“I don’t remember. Is this going to take long?”
“Priscilla,” I stage-whispered, “I could keep you posted on Courtney’s status.” Tom stopped wiping up the mess and rolled his eyes to the ceiling. “What the charges are, who her lawyer is, that kind of thing.”
“Well, then.” I could hear Priscilla salivating through the phone line. “All right, Goldy, so. What were you wondering about the Vikarioses?”
“Remember when the committee was discussing their daughter? The one with the child? I, uh, heard she died. The Vikarioses’ daughter, that is.”
“She did,” Priscilla replied crisply. “Talitha. Last month, in Moab, Utah. A truck accident, was the story I got. Somebody cut off a pickup, which then swerved into the oncoming lane and hit Talitha.”
“Do you … know what happened to the child? Talitha’
