Brown. Valentina was there as well, having tea, of course, while Anna played with her dolls on the lounge. They offered me a cup of White Earl Grey—organic, naturally—and I accepted, hoping to lull them into relinquishing more secrets.“I was sorry to hear about your gnome, Valentina.”“Thank you, dear.” Pinched sadness passed across her face before she picked up a platter. “A slice of cake?”Food? I was only barely coping with having my sunglasses off. “No, thanks.” I perched on the edge of a chair. “Can I ask you two something sensitive?”“Of course, dear.” Dot bustled back in with another cup and poured my tea from the pot.“Mrs. Brown at number four, what do you know about her?” I took the proffered cup and saucer and sipped.“Oh, Jazlyn,” sniffed Valentina. “Not even her real name if you ask me. Who has a name like Jazlyn? She’s changed it, I’m sure.”“Jocelyn, perhaps?” Dot chimed in.“Hmm.” Valentina touched a finger to her pursed lips.
