Chapter 17
Also Sunday Evening, June 2st
“More coffee Mom?”
Amy gulped a swig from her cup and then held it up for Barb to refill. “Thanks. It’s so good to sit at my own kitchen table and drink something that isn’t decaf.”
After refilling Amy’s cup, Barb poured the dregs of the pot into her own cup then set it on the table. She went to the sink to rinse the pot out and then replaced it in the coffee maker. Afterward, as she tipped the filter and grounds into the trash she said, “It’s too bad we have to destroy all the evidence before Dad wakes up.”
“I don’t think we have to worry about that for a while.”
Barb’s head shot up. “Why? Do you think something is wrong? I wondered if he was okay when he said he wanted to take a nap...”
“No, no. Nothing like that,” Amy interrupted. “He’s ju
