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“The usual dietary restrictions?” Syd asked She looked at each of us and we all nodded, affirmative

“Four burgers,” she said deadpan “Medium, medium rare, medium well, well done Extra fries for the table Surprise drink for ADA Castellano With a kick”

We all laughed, including Yuki—the joke being that she can get drunk on iced tea Cindy, known arabbed Yuki’s shoulders with both hands and shook her

“Talk,” she said “And cut to the freakin’ chase”

Yuki’s phone rang, and despite Cindy’s grip on her, and all of us yelling, “No phones!,” she went for her bag

She took the call, listened, said, “Me, too, Marc You’re very welcome”

As Yuki clicked off the call, Sydney placed a fruity-looking drink in front of her Yuki thanked her, then said to us, “As I was about to tell you—Briana Hill was indicted on the charge of rape That was the victirateful”

She smiled broadly Glasses clinked across the table Yay for Yuki And a freaking great moment for the Women’s Murder Club

CHAPTER 18

JOE MOLINARI, MY huggable and exceedingly durable husband, cooked dinner for us that night I love his cooking, but I had no appetite I put down a little of the shrilass of the Cabernet

“What’s wrong, Linds?” he asked me

“Nothing Really Dinner is delicious I had a big lunch with the girls”

“Mrs Rose has the flu,” he said, speaking of our neighbor and occasional nanny “Are you getting sick?”

“I don’t have a fever I’m just a little tired,” I told hi in the replacement of her crib with a real bed without “fences,” I cleared the table and stacked the dishwasher

I went into Julie’s roo in the story found his way hoht, told her to have sweet dreams She said, “More kisses, Mommy”