Joanne said as she scooped potato salad onto her plate. Roxanne peered over her shoulder and saw that all the teenagers under their charge were seated and eating. She turned her attention back to the ranch dressing she was spooning over the lettuce on her plate. “Tell me about it,” she said. “If I live to be one hundred, I’d have been quite content never to see him again.” Joanne patted her shoulder. “After what happened, I don’t blame you.” She popped a black olive into her mouth and chewed. “You know, I always thought Will didn’t act alone, that there was at least one more person involved.” Roxanne shivered. “If you don’t mind, I’d rather just let it go. I really don’t want to rehash it.” “Right,” Joanne said. “After all, we’re on spring break. We should be enjoying ourselves.” Joanne smiled wickedly as she spied the dessert table. “And, speaking of which, there’s a slice of coconut cream pie with my name on it.” Roxanne chuckled. “You haven’t even had dinner yet.”
