She’d been crying, though. Still was, for that matter, and I envisioned my shoulders turning stiff with glue made from salt tears and bread flour. I hugged her. “It’ll all work out, Edie. I’m sure Quincy didn’t do anything wrong.” “Of course he didn’t!” She sounded angry that I’d even mentioned it, evidently taking my reassurance as an indication that I thought Quincy was a killer, which it wasn’t. Heck, I was only trying to make her feel better. “I know, I know. Here, Edie, try to calm down. Harold asked me to come over. I guess I’d better get to where he and Mrs. Kincaid are.” Gripping my hands so hard I feared my bones were going to break, Edie gasped out, “Come to see me later, Daisy. You have to tell me what the police are saying about all this. And what they’re going to do.” “Sure. I’ll be happy to, Edie.” Thank God, she let my hands go. “I’ll be making beds upstairs for the next hour or so.
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