relationship between them as surely as if Jorge had been an unrepentant serial killer. The sad truth was that he was allergic to cats.
âOf course, I donât have a cat,â Mae had told Sally that day in the faculty lounge, without quite implying that cats were filthy, diseased, and most likely covered with fleas. âI know that you do, though, and thereâs nothing wrong with that. Many lonely people find them to be a comfort.â
If it had come down to a decision between Lola and Jorge, Sally wasnât in any doubt about which one she would have chosen, so she wrote off her brief infatuation with Jorge to temporary insanity. And she wrote off Maeâs remarks as a result of the same thing.
Sally scooted into the booth across from Vera and Jack, and after theyâd ordered their drinks, she asked what they wanted to talk to her about.
Jack looked over his shoulder to see if the server was nearby. She wasnât, but Jack said, âWait until we have our margaritas.â
The drinks arrived served in frosted mugs rimmed with salt. Sallyâs was frozen, with peach flavoring. Jack and Vera had ordered the âgoldâ version. Everybody had a taste and nodded with satisfaction.
Along with the drinks, the server had brought a bowl of tortilla chips and two small bowls of salsa, one red, one green. Sally preferred the red, which had little bits of cilantro in it. Sally knew there were people who didnât like cilantro, but she wasnât one of them. She took a chip and dipped out some of the salsa. It wasnât fiery hot, but it would do.
âAll right,â Sally said when sheâd eaten the chip. âNow tell me what all the mystery is.â
Jack looked around again. They were seated at the end of the last row of booths, as far from the entrance as they could get. The closest people were Jorge and Mae, who saw Jack looking in her direction
and waved. Jack didnât wave back, but Sally did. She wasnât going to let Mae think she was jealous, because she wasnât.
Jack turned back and looked at Vera, who nodded as if giving him permission, which Sally thought might be exactly the case. Vera wasnât one to let anybody else be in charge.
Jack took a sip of his drink and said, âI had a visit from my friend Weems today. I guess you did, too.â
âYes,â Sally said, âand things went downhill after that.â
She told them about her little chat with Fieldstone and Roy Don Talon.
âRoy Don should be locked up in one of the prison units at Sugar Land by now,â Vera said. âNot serving on the college board.â
âThey could never prove he had anything to do with the hot car ring,â Jack said. âToo bad, if you ask me.â
âDid Fieldstone support you against Roy Don?â Vera asked.
âNot exactly,â Sally said. âAnd heâs set up a meeting tomorrow with Jennifer Jackson.â
âMothers Against Witchcraft,â Vera said.
âThatâs not all,â Jack said. âShe and her husband are the leaders of the opposition to the bond issue.â
âFieldstone didnât mention that,â Sally said.
âHe might not know it.â
âHe knows a lot about whatâs going on around town,â Sally said. âEspecially if it involves the college. Thatâs probably why he agreed to the meeting without asking me. He canât afford to offend any of the opposition and give them something to use against him. Iâm sure Fieldstone knew, but I didnât think you were plugged into the community like he is.â
Jack didnât say anything in response to that.
âI didnât see any need for a meeting,â Sally went on. âI donât know what I can say that I havenât already said. But it makes more sense now.
âThe purpose of a witch hunt,â Vera told her, âis to make people afraid. Jennifer Jackson is the kind of person who
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