Chapter Eight
It was over dinner one night when they were sitting on the deck under the stars lit only by the soft colored candles, that Sky first brought up Crissy’s friend Margot. He knew of her from some casual remarks Crissy had made over the last few months, and all of a sudden he was really suddenly curious to know more about her. What did she look like? Did she have a picture. Crissy showed him one of the two of them at the beach she kept on her cellphone. He studied the picture intently with an approving smile and passed it on to Kat, meanwhile keeping up the stream of questions. How old was she? Was she going with someone? What kind of girl was she? Were they good friends? Really close friends? Did Margot know about the times they spent together? How much did she know? And what d
