nodded. “I just feel bad for her.”
He shrugged. “I feel worse for Steve Colby though. And Nanette. Astrid’s right. They are nice people.”
“How do you know them?”
“Steve was my high school math teacher, believe it or not. Then when I taught, he became a professional friend. Since I stopped teaching, we haven’t seen much of each other, but I’ve been thinking of him all day.”
“Did you know Martha?” He hadn’t mentioned knowing her earlier today when he stopped at work.
He nodded. “Not well, though. She ran with a different crowd than I did.”
“With Mac and his friends.”
He nodded. “All of them nice enough in their own way, but too wild for me, especially back then.” He grinned. “I was a good kid.”
I had to laugh. “I bet.”
Astrid showed with our iced teas, salads and crusty Italian bread. When she left, Curt asked, “Is there anything new on the murder?”
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