Edgar stood waiting for her at the foot of his porch steps, still in the jeans and yellow sweater he’d worn to lunch. Poor man—she hoped he hadn’t hung around the house all afternoon for fear of being late.
“Hul-lo,” he greeted her cheerfully.
“How was your day?”
“Slow as the fabled tortoise, but progressing.”
“I invited Mudge to join us,” she leaned against the lamppost, “but he’s peopled out.”
“You found him.”
“He’s sprung. We went to Wareham.” Lydia summarized their adventures. “Now I’m just waiting for a call back from Charlene, to find out what we’ve hooked.”
“Excellent!” said Edgar. “You are a woman of remarkable talents.”
“Remarkable luck, you mean,” said Lydia. “This was your idea.”
“And when you hear from Charlene—?”
“My phone’ll go off in the middle of the wake, I’m sur
