“We didn’t find it for you,” I said. “It was just there.”
“Most important things are.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that either.
The soup smelled like chicken and herbs. Annie waited until Arthur picked up his spoon before touching hers.
That was something Grace had taught us.
Arthur noticed.
“Your sister taught you manners.”
“She teaches us everything,” Annie said.
A shadow passed over his face.
“Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose she would.”
There it was again.
Something in the way he spoke about Grace.
Not like a stranger.
I put down my spoon.
“How do you know her?”
Arthur looked at me.
For the first time since we entered the house, he seemed uncertain.
Then the telephone rang.
He answered immediately.
“Helen?”
His posture changed as he listened.
“What did you find?”
I stood.
Annie stood too.
Arthur held up one hand.
“No, they’re here with me.”
