Helen surveyed the street before she said anything, her eyes sweeping like a radar. A man with a straw hat straddled a riding lawnmower and made calculated, tight turns in a small patch of grass. The wind generated by the blades sent a paper bag sailing through the air. Potted purple, yellow, and pink pansies lined the sidewalks. A local artist"s painting of a black bear in a forest covered a large electrical box. Helen"s tongue danced across her top lip, moistening it. “I think we should reconvene at my house to discuss this. We don’t want anyone overhearing us. The gossip in this town spreads lightning fast.”
I crossed my arms and c****d an eyebrow. “True, and, usually, you’re the lightning bolt.”
Helen just gave a shrug and walked towards the parking lot. “Everyone has their roles to
