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pulled an inhaler out of her pocket and he obediently took a puff, and then another.

      Lucy glanced at Will, raised her eyebrows, then shifted her gaze to Sue. “You know it was Steffie who brought the MADD pamphlets. I got rid of them as soon as I heard about Tim, but Franny must have saved one. I know her intentions were good, but Andrea didn’t see it that way.”

      “That woman”—Sue tipped her head toward Will—“must be a fanatic. Why would you bring something like that to a party? I mean, you could very well have served wine. That would’ve put the kibosh on things.”

      “It really threw me when she showed up with the darn things. I didn’t know what to do.”

      “I don’t know what else you could have done, under the circumstances.” Sue pushed a little red car along in the sand, following the road Harry was making with his toy bulldozer. “And to tell the truth, I feel badly for Andrea, but Tim’s gotta learn, too. This isn’t the first time he’s been driving drunk; it’s just the first time he got caught.”

      Lucy nodded thoughtfully, watching Will. He looked as if he could use another puff on the inhaler, but she knew it was too soon. Elizabeth had asthma, and Lucy had often helped her manage an attack.

      “Lee didn’t help matters much, either,” said Lucy. “You were right about her. All she can talk about is how badly Steve’s behaving. And what was that about Tucker stealing her cookie recipe?” Lucy looked puzzled. “I didn’t understand that at all.”

      Sue snorted. “She isn’t worried about her cookie recipe, believe me. She’s afraid Tucker is stealing her husband.” Sue paused, and put a comforting arm around Will’s shoulder. The little boy’s eyes looked huge under his bangs. “Steve’s been dating Tucker. She told me all about it last night.”

      “Ohhh,” said Lucy, “now it makes sense.” She reached across the table and gently pinched Will’s chin, but he didn’t look at her. He was entirely focused on his struggle to breathe and was beginning to panic. “I don’t like the look of this,” said Lucy. “I think he needs a nebulizer.”

      Sue nodded. “Can you stay here, until I get back?”

      “No problem.” Lucy noticed Will’s eyes were beginning to roll up into his head. “You better hurry. Get your coat.” She picked up Will and carried him over to the cubby area, where the coats were kept, and began zipping him into his jacket.

      Sue grabbed her coat and yanked open a desk drawer, pulling out Will’s emergency file. She took out a card and tucked the manila folder under her arm.

      “Notify his folks, okay?” she told Lucy, handing her the card. “They can meet me at the emergency room.” Then she scooped up the little boy and hurried off.

      Lucy took a quick head count on the remaining kids. Harry, she saw, had gone to join the little boy who was playing with blocks. Two of the girls had moved into the toy kitchen, and Hillary Cummings was piling stuffed toys into a doll carriage. Everything seemed under control, so she sat down at Sue’s desk to phone Steffie.

      Looking at the number printed on the card, Lucy hesitated and let her fingers play with the numbered buttons on the keypad. After last night, she didn’t really want to talk to Steffie. Her conscience took over, however, before she could decide if her reluctance was due to anger with Steffie or embarrassment over the leak, and she punched in the number.

      Listening to the phone ring, she thought about the frail little boy Steffie seemed to have such high hopes for. Finally, the phone was answered; it turned out to be a bank in the next town, Gilead, and she was connected to Steffie.

      “Of course. You couldn’t call my husband,” sighed Steffie, when Lucy explained the situation.

      “I didn’t think of that,” said Lucy, remembering the police station was just around the corner. She flipped over the card. “Actually, yours is the only number we have.”

      “I can’t believe this,” fumed Steffie. “As it happens, I’m in a very important meeting, and I can’t leave right now. I’m sure Will’s in good hands at the cottage hospital.”

      “Do you want me to try your husband?” asked Lucy, somewhat stunned. She couldn’t imagine reacting as Steffie had, but then, she hadn’t tried to juggle a demanding career with motherhood.

      “Never mind,” snapped Steffie. “I’ll get there as soon as I can, but I’m at least ten miles away.”

      Well, thought Lucy, replacing the receiver, at least Will is with Sue and she won’t leave until his mother shows up.

      Realizing it might be a while before Sue returned, Lucy went around the room, chatting with each of the children. She suspected they might be concerned about Sue’s sudden departure, and she wanted to introduce herself and let them know that she would be taking care of them. Then she spotted a tray with a pitcher and a plate of cookies, and realized it was well past snack time.

      As soon as she placed the tray on the table, the children came running and jostled for seats.

      “Wow, you guys must be hungry,” said Lucy, pouring cups of apple juice for them. “There’s plenty for everyone.”

      She sat down with them and played a name game. The first child said his name, Justin, and the second child had to say Justin’s name and add hers, Hillary. The third child, Emily, had to say the other names in order: Justin, Hillary, Emily.

      Lucy was last, and she pretended to have a terrible time remembering all the names. The kids thought she was hilarious, and had a rollicking good time laughing at a stupid grown-up. Finally, when everyone had finished their snack, she recited the names in proper order and sent the kids over to the cubbies to put on their jackets so they could all go out for some fresh air. While they did that, she cleared up the snack things and gave the table a quick wipe.

      By the time she joined them, the kids had done a pretty good job with their coats. She knelt down and helped them with zippers and buttons, and made sure they had their mittens on. Then she slipped into her own coat and led the little line over to the door. She was just about to open it, when Officer Barney Culpepper’s face appeared in the glass window.

      “Hi, Officer Culpepper,” she said, opening the door. “What can we do for you today?” She assumed he was there for one of the many safety programs he presented at local schools—maybe bike safety, or stranger danger. So did the kids, who clustered around him, demanding to see his walkie-talkie. But today Officer Culpepper wasn’t smiling, his St. Bernard jowls were drooping and he looked very grim.

      “Go on outside, children. It’s playtime,” said Lucy. “Officer Culpepper will be back another day.”

      “What’s the matter?” asked Lucy, fearing that his wife, Marge, had taken a turn for the worse.

      “Where’s Sue?” Barney looked through the doorway. “I need to talk to her.”

      “At the hospital. Will Scott had an asthma attack. Can I help you?”

      “Maybe.” Barney took off his blue cap and scratched his brush cut. “I probably shouldn’t tell you but, heck, it’s gonna be all over town soon enough, anyway.” He held the cap in his hands and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Finally, he spoke. “Tucker Whitney was killed this morning. A neighbor noticed her front door was open and called 911. The responding officer found her dead, inside the house.”

      Lucy collapsed against the doorframe, feeling as if she’d been punched in the stomach. “I can’t believe it. I just saw her last night.”

      “It’s terrible.” Barney shook his head.

      Lucy’s mind was in a whirl, trying to understand how a healthy young girl like Tucker could be dead. “Was it an accident?”

      “Doesn’t look like it. They’re not saying anything until the medical examiner is through, but it sure looks like murder.”

      “How?”

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