The Mother's Day Murder
“He carried in two bags of groceries from our fancier supermarket, more food than I could imagine all of us eating twice over. Eddie wanted to see what Daddy was doing so I took him inside for a minute to watch Jack putting things in the refrigerator—and hiding them from me as he did so.“No fair opening this,” he ordered.“Yes, sir. I think we’ll take a walk and keep out of your way.”“Sounds like a good idea.”The rest of us set off for the nearby beach. Oakwood is on the Long Island Sound and a group of homeowners, including us, own a private beach on a quiet cove. It was still too cool to consider a dip, but it was always a nice place to walk and Eddie loved the sand.The sun was shining when we got there and the air was warm and breezy. Eddie sat down in the sand and started to pull off his shoes.“He certainly knows what he wants,” Joseph said.“He sure does.” I took the shoes and socks and let him frolic.“I think I should fill you in on some of my life, Chris, so that you can see the c...onnections and lack of connections between me and the story this young woman told.”“Joseph, I don’t want you to tell me anything that you would prefer to keep to yourself.”“There have been many things in my life that I wanted to keep to myself when I was younger and some that I still wish to keep private.MoreLess
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