Chapter 67

  Renee emerged at noon.

  She looked at the tart.

  At me.

  "Isabelle is coming to Sunday dinner," I said, before she could ask.

  She set down her clipboard. "Patricia invited her."

  "Of course she did."

  "And you're... making tarts about it."

  "I'm making tarts because it's Saturday and we ne...

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