Anna-Maria, and Clarice must be going through, how they were coping, and what, if anything, she could do to help ease their suffering.
But guilt plagued her, too, guilt for being so relieved that Jackson had been the victim instead of one of the women. And she kept remembering the last time she had seen Jackson alive. In her mind’s eye, she could still picture him dancing with Sydney Marriott on Friday night at the Zoo To Do, then, later, arguing with Sydney’s husband, Tony.
And during those two days, as she waited, she kept hoping that Jeanne would call, yet dreading it at the same time.
By Tuesday afternoon, her nerves were stretched to the limit. Each time the phone rang, she felt a fresh wave of apprehension sweep through her.
Deciding that she’d just about had all she could stand and that taking yet a second walk might relieve some of the tension, Charlotte was lacing up her tennis shoes when the phone rang.
Once again, hoping the caller was Jeanne, she rushed to the phone and snatched up the receiver.
“Maid-for-a-Day, Charlotte speaking.”
“Oh, Charlotte, I’m so glad you’re home.”
Bitsy. It was only Bitsy Duhe, and Charlotte almost groaned out loud with frustration.
“Don’t you work for the Dubuissons?” the old lady asked.
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