The words had only been out of her mouth for a short time when Sherry stepped down the steps and emerged from the upstairs room, looking at the two men in the living room, her brow slowly furrowing.
"Sherry, I'm sorry I can't help you, Aaron won't agree to call the police." Nola snaps, pretending to be kind, "You could use a little aggravation."
"After all, it's not good for anyone if the news gets out, do you think?"
She deliberately blurred some of the words.
Aaron's brow locked and he gazed at Sherry with some complexity.
In that instant, Sherry muffled a muffled hmmm, as if acquiescing to what Nola had said, she was still carrying a suit bag in her hand, "Mr. Swift, this suit, I'll return it to you when I've washed it."
It was the only thing she could do.
"No need, I'll take car
