What was that outburst all about?” Composing myself, I explained, “The woman who called me to say that the mayor had an emergency and couldn’t make the ceremony was named Lorraine Fallow. I’m sure of it! But why would the mayor’s secretary work in a real estate office?” “Maybe she’s not really his secretary,” Lane offered. “But that doesn’t make sense.” I threw my hands up in the air. “None of this makes sense.” “And it really doesn’t make sense to linger around here when we already have the info we need. Let’s GO!” Aunt Marilyn was already holding the door open for us to leave. As my mind buzzed with new possibilities and sheer enigmas, I filed out the door with Lane close behind me. The rain had subsided with a few stray droplets butterfly kissing our heads. “Oh no!” Aunt Marilyn shouted as the glare of headlights appeared on the other side of the parking lot. “That’s Marvin’s car!”
