The rest of the meal, we chatted about our childhoods, families, and previous relationships, which included very few details from me. Not thinking about the homicide for a while felt nice. Answering his questions without veering too far from my cover story became a little difficult. But I didn"t mind, because talking to him was like a breath of fresh air... or maybe it was just the smell of the prime rib? Either way, it was a pleasant distraction.
I finished the last sip of wine, which combined with the flavors in my mouth perfectly. “I hate to end such a nice afternoon, but I promised Helen and Rita, I would meet them at my house later. They wanted to inventory our supplies for our night of pie making.”
“Why do I think you might not be telling me the whole story? Those two girls rarely
