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was that....you know.... did the deed?”
“No,” Amanda whispered and shook her head. “I thought you two would have an idea.”
“Well,” Debbie lifted her plump finger up to her mouth and tapped for a few seconds deep in thought.
“If you ask me....I think it could have been.....” Lifting her hand up to shield her pointing finger from anyone else seeing she indicated Molly.
Amanda thought this was going to be easier then she thought. “Why would you think it was her?”
“I'm not one to gossip but she used to date Florence's son, Adam.” Debbie informed placing her hand on her chest.
“Really?” Amanda was surprised Molly didn't look like Adam's type or age. But then again she barely knew him.
“I remember that.” Connie jumped in. “It was a big scandal.” Her eyes grew wide at the memory.
“What happened?” Amanda asked politely.
“They had been dating secretly for a while. When Florence found out she blew a gasket. Going on and on about how Molly was to old for him and she was beneath him because she was just a hairdresser.” Connie shook her head and continued. “To the point that she said if he didn't end it she would toss him out without so much as dime.”
“It's sad really.” Debbie interjected looking over at Molly where she was standing talking to Margaret. “He dropped her like a hot potato when Florence threatened to take away the money. Molly was totally humiliated and heartbroken.” Debbie informed. “They don't even speak. When they happen to be at the diner at the same time they pretend they don't even know each other.”
“That is sad,” Amanda agreed. “I think I would be more mad at him than Florence though.”
“Me too!” Connie agreed shaking her head furiously in agreement. “He should be like the hero in that novel we just read and fight for the woman he loves!”
“Reality is very different then fiction.” Amanda interjected “In reality there are very few hero's.”
Margaret could tell from her position in the dining room that Amanda seemed to be having some success at getting Connie and Debbie into conversation. Poor Henry was assigned with the job of keeping Olive occupied while she tried to get Molly to talk. He was managing pretty well judging by the way Olive kept batting her eyes at him and giggling at every word coming out of his mouth. She would owe him big time, considering he looked completely miserable. She really shouldn't be enjoying his discomfort this much.
Returning her attention to the task at hand Margaret asked. “Do you know when Florence's funeral services are?”
Molly shrugged and said “I think they are the day after tomorrow.”
“It's so sad what happened.” Margaret sighed this may be harder than she thought.
“If you ask me I'm surprised that she lasted this long.” Molly said and continued to eat her chips with a crunching noise.
“Why would you say that, was Florence sick?” She asked politely.
“Not that, I'm aware of.... I just meant that I'm surprised no one killed her a long time ago.” Molly shrugged again as if that comment was perfectly normal conversation to be having while eating chips. Margaret couldn't mask her surprise at Molly's comment about murder.
Noticing her surprise Molly then rushed to justify her attitude. “I own the beauty shop. I hear all kinds of gossip.” Margaret looked expectantly waiting for her to continue. “Take for instants Connie over there.” Waving a chip filled hand in Connie's direction. “She worked for the Hardy's and got fired.”
Following Molly's eyes over to where Connie sat with Amanda and Debbie she asked. “For what?”
“She was their accountant and some money came up missing. When Florence found out she threatened to have Connie arrested but, there was no proof that she was the guilty one so....” She tilted her head to the side and lifted one shoulder.
“So they asked her to resign?” Margaret finished her thought.
“I don't
“No,” Amanda whispered and shook her head. “I thought you two would have an idea.”
“Well,” Debbie lifted her plump finger up to her mouth and tapped for a few seconds deep in thought.
“If you ask me....I think it could have been.....” Lifting her hand up to shield her pointing finger from anyone else seeing she indicated Molly.
Amanda thought this was going to be easier then she thought. “Why would you think it was her?”
“I'm not one to gossip but she used to date Florence's son, Adam.” Debbie informed placing her hand on her chest.
“Really?” Amanda was surprised Molly didn't look like Adam's type or age. But then again she barely knew him.
“I remember that.” Connie jumped in. “It was a big scandal.” Her eyes grew wide at the memory.
“What happened?” Amanda asked politely.
“They had been dating secretly for a while. When Florence found out she blew a gasket. Going on and on about how Molly was to old for him and she was beneath him because she was just a hairdresser.” Connie shook her head and continued. “To the point that she said if he didn't end it she would toss him out without so much as dime.”
“It's sad really.” Debbie interjected looking over at Molly where she was standing talking to Margaret. “He dropped her like a hot potato when Florence threatened to take away the money. Molly was totally humiliated and heartbroken.” Debbie informed. “They don't even speak. When they happen to be at the diner at the same time they pretend they don't even know each other.”
“That is sad,” Amanda agreed. “I think I would be more mad at him than Florence though.”
“Me too!” Connie agreed shaking her head furiously in agreement. “He should be like the hero in that novel we just read and fight for the woman he loves!”
“Reality is very different then fiction.” Amanda interjected “In reality there are very few hero's.”
Margaret could tell from her position in the dining room that Amanda seemed to be having some success at getting Connie and Debbie into conversation. Poor Henry was assigned with the job of keeping Olive occupied while she tried to get Molly to talk. He was managing pretty well judging by the way Olive kept batting her eyes at him and giggling at every word coming out of his mouth. She would owe him big time, considering he looked completely miserable. She really shouldn't be enjoying his discomfort this much.
Returning her attention to the task at hand Margaret asked. “Do you know when Florence's funeral services are?”
Molly shrugged and said “I think they are the day after tomorrow.”
“It's so sad what happened.” Margaret sighed this may be harder than she thought.
“If you ask me I'm surprised that she lasted this long.” Molly said and continued to eat her chips with a crunching noise.
“Why would you say that, was Florence sick?” She asked politely.
“Not that, I'm aware of.... I just meant that I'm surprised no one killed her a long time ago.” Molly shrugged again as if that comment was perfectly normal conversation to be having while eating chips. Margaret couldn't mask her surprise at Molly's comment about murder.
Noticing her surprise Molly then rushed to justify her attitude. “I own the beauty shop. I hear all kinds of gossip.” Margaret looked expectantly waiting for her to continue. “Take for instants Connie over there.” Waving a chip filled hand in Connie's direction. “She worked for the Hardy's and got fired.”
Following Molly's eyes over to where Connie sat with Amanda and Debbie she asked. “For what?”
“She was their accountant and some money came up missing. When Florence found out she threatened to have Connie arrested but, there was no proof that she was the guilty one so....” She tilted her head to the side and lifted one shoulder.
“So they asked her to resign?” Margaret finished her thought.
“I don't
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