21Ben took off before lunch and Molly had chores around the house she wanted to avoid. Frances was always good for help in procrastinating so Molly called but got no answer. She ate a nice lunch of cheese, pâté, and salad with a refreshing glass of rosé. She lay down on the grass in the backyard and petted Bobo until the dog had had enough and wandered off in search of some quiet shade.
It was hot. Too hot to work in the garden or do anything outside.
Molly caught up on her email, making sure her calendar had all the upcoming bookings correctly marked. She was just about to go ahead and clean the bathrooms and look at that soft spot in the floor of the hallway when an idea occurred to her. Ben was right—at this point she had no actual proof that Iris and Tristan had had an affair. It was
