Well, Iâd hold off on that if I were you because I saw him flirting with another womanâ?â I gave her the eyebrow. âI know exactly what sheâll say. Sheâll tell us to butt out, that weâre nuts and to stop meddling in her life. And not necessarily in that order.â
Her gaze rose to the ceiling. âUnless . . .â
âUnless what?â
âMaybe Jenny can give her a reading. She usually goes to her before making big decisions.â
âDid she ask her before getting engaged?â
âNo.â She scowled. âHe sprang the big question over a romantic dinner. He even went down on one knee and popped open a little blue box. Of course, she said yes right away. Canât blame her for that. Any woman would have done the same.â
I had to agree with her there. I might be compelled to let out an enthusiastic yes if Matthew so much as knelt to tie his shoelace. âA reading is a great idea. Let the cards tell her. That way she canât blame us.â There was a hint of sarcasm in my voice, but if Margaret picked up on it, she didnât show it. âIâll suggest it to Jenny later.â
I returned to my counter and called in my order of sales pads. Then I went to my loom and threw the shuttle halfheartedly for fifteen minutes or so. When I looked down at the rows Iâd just completed, I saw that the thread tension was all over the place. Some rows were so tight I could barelytell where a stitch started or ended. Others were practically loose enough to be mistaken for fishnet. The result was a wavy texture worse than anything I saw in my beginner classes. I yanked out the yarn row by row, until I had a pool of thread at my feet. As I was rolling it back onto the bobbin, the bell sounded. I turned to see Marnie walking in, followed by Officer Lombard. I rose from my chair and joined them at the counter.
âSorry to drop in this way,â said the officer. âI have a few questions I forgot to ask. You said the victââ She stopped and corrected herself. âThe deceased was at your party last night?â
âThatâs right.â I wasnât sure where she was going with this. âShe arrived around seven thirty and left earlyâoh, Iâd say it must have been nine or so.â
âDid you happen to notice who she was talking to during the party? Or if she argued with anyone?â
All at once I had a flash of Helen and Bruce arguing. She was poking him in the chest with a finger, her face twisted in anger. Could Bruce have something to do with Helenâs death? No. That was crazy thinking. But there was no way I could tell the police about that argument, at least not in front of Marnie.
âDella?â I startled. Officer Lombard was studying me. âDid you just remember something?â
âOh, uh, no. I was just trying to. I was so busy making sure everybodyâs glass was filled and thatthe food kept coming, that if anything did happen, I didnât notice.â A lie by omission was still a lie, I reminded myself. I hoped I didnât look as guilty as I felt.
âCould you give me a list of all the people at the party?â
âI can do that right away,â I said, pulling out the guest list from the drawer. âItâll only take me a second to copy it down for you.â
âDonât bother. I can photocopy it at the station and bring back the original.â I handed it over. âThanks.â She perused it and then folded the page and slipped it into her notepad. âIâll have it back to you tomorrow.â She turned to Marnie, who had been listening quietly during this time. âDid you happen to notice the deceased talking to anyone last night?â
She shook her head. âNo. Not at all.â She began putting away the sales pads in the drawer. I tried to read her expression, but she was shuffling things around, lining them up neatly,