As soon as Dad and Jared were done talking, Dad came over to find me where I was straightening the self-help section. I’d had to move as far away as I could from them to curb my eavesdropping temptation.
“Jared said he asked you if I was at the post office yesterday?” Dad said as he dropped into a chair nearby. “You told him you didn’t see me.”
“I did because that was the truth, but were you there?” I kept shelving, unsure whether I could handle the answer if I had to look Dad in the eye.
“I wasn’t,” he said. “I do go to the post office most mornings, though, but you know Mondays are my at-home days. Unfortunately, the only person who can vouch for my whereabouts is your mother.”
“And spouses aren’t always the best alibis,” I finished.
“Right.” He sighed and rubbed his hand over his j
