“Mrs. Harper’s. When that silver car pulled into her driveway, she went completely pale. I thought she was going to faint.”
Karen finally set down her mug. “Whose car was it?”
“I don’t know. Some man. Younger. Maybe in his 40s. He didn’t even knock just walked right in.”
“Probably her son.”
“She has a son?”
“David, you’ve lived next to the woman for four years, and you don’t know she has a son?”
“She doesn’t talk to anyone! How was I supposed to know?”
Karen laughed softly, shaking her head. “This is exactly why I tell you to mind your business. You don’t know these people. You don’t know their lives.”
“I know she’s scared of something.”
“You don’t know that.”
