Unlike the others in the neighborhood, Peggy was a housewife, but between her volunteer work, time at the club, and social calendar, she worked harder at not working than any of them. Too bad it didn’t pay a salary. “Hey, Peggy.” Katherine stepped back from the door, but Peggy’s normal beauty queen smile was missing. “Everything okay?” “Not by a long shot.” “Come in.” Katherine motioned Peggy inside. “Coffee?” “If you have some already made, and it isn’t any trouble.” “I’m working from home today,” Katherine said. “Just made another fresh pot.” She motioned Peggy inside, but the woman who was usually as effervescent as the fizziest champagne wasn’t sparkling and that made Katherine nervous. After spending the week with Bertie, the last thing she wanted to hear was more bad news. The two of them walked back to the kitchen.
