smiling. She was starting to like Laurel. I was, too. I couldnât help myself. Sheâs pretty hard not to like.
âIâm gonna run over and say hi to Everett,â Spin said.
âIâll make some breakfast if you want, Spin,â I said. âWant some pancakes? Eggs?â But he didnât hear me. Everettâs truck had started, and Spin ran out so that he could catch him before he left.
âIâll help you, Charlotte,â Laurel said. âIâm starving.â
âI never eat anything but toast for breakfast,â Joan said, as if any of us had asked. âToast and a banana.â
âIs that right?â said Laurel.
âHow about scrambled eggs?â I asked Laurel.
âPerfect,â Laurel said.
Joan went upstairs to shower and Sally came and stood next to me. She was leaning against the counter, drinking her coffee and gazing at Laurel.
âSo you stayed at Perry and Catherineâs, huh?â Sally asked.
When I didnât hear a reply, I looked over my shoulder at Laurel. She was tapping something into her cell phone and frowning.
âWe donât have cell service on this part of the lake,â Sally said.
âOh no,â said Laurel. âIâm expecting an important e-mail. Do you have Wi-Fi?â
âYeah, Charlotte, whatâs the password here, again?â Sally asked. She pushed her elbow into my side.
â Banjoguy , no caps, two three,â I said.
Laurel tapped away at her phone. âIt doesnât seem to be working.â
I was breaking the last egg into the bowl. I repeated the password. She couldnât get it to work.
âHere, let me try,â I said. âLet me wash my hands. Sally, hand me the phone.â
I washed my hands and Sally launched into an account of her night. She had been with some old friends. The town of Harwich is boring. The Pale Horse Tavern is the only place to go at night. I dried my hands and reached for the phone that Sally was holding. She had taken so long with her story that Laurelâs password screen was up.
âLaurel, I canât get in. You need to put in your code,â I said. Most people will just tell you their password when this happens. Laurel asked for the phone back. I walked over to the fridge as she punched in a few numbers. Then she handed it to me.
I typed in our Wi-Fi password, and as I did, I said it out loud. âBanjoguy three three.â
âOh, I think you told me two three,â said Laurel.
âNo,â I said, laughing. âIâm sorry, I said two threes. Three three.â
We all had a little chuckle at the misunderstanding and Laurel sat back at the table to do her e-mailing. While I heated up some butter in a skillet, Sally casually wrote the numbers 7595 on a paper towel and handed it to me. It was Laurelâs code. I stuffed it into my pocket. Sally and I have always done this. We love to spy on guests. We have since we were little girls. It was unlikely we would ever go into Laurelâs phone. We just liked knowing that we could.
âWeâve never been to Perryâs town house,â Sally said when Laurel had finished her e-mailing and I was putting toast on the plates. âWell, we saw it in Architectural Digest, didnât we, Charlotte?â
âYes,â I said. âIt looks really beautiful.â
âItâs nice,â Laurel said, âbut this house is much more comfortable. I was afraid to sit down on their upholstery, to tell you the truth. I canât believe they have those two adorable children and thereâs not a thing out of place in that house.â
âThe children each have their own servants, so I think itâs easy,â Sally said.
âTheyâre nannies, Sal,â I said.
âIâve heard so much about this place and all of you that I couldnât wait to meet you.â
âI wish Spin would get in here. These eggs are going to get cold.
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