Bobbie looked at Carly and said, "You lied to me. You told me that you had never seen the Moore's spa but your fingerprints are on them. How could tha... be? You were there, weren't you? You were there the night that Wayne Moore died. Admit it, we have the proof, admit it, you were there." Yes, yes, I was there. As soon as my oldest kids got home, I walked over and put the movie he wanted on their table. I then went out and looked at the spa. Wayne was already sleeping. I guess I put my hand on. I nodded and slid my hand down my hip under my jeans to grab the string so I could lift it into sight for proof. She stared at it and bit her lip. Students were still clogging the entryway, so she wasn’t in danger of being late yet. She took the opportunity to kiss me hard. “I should make you show me later,” she said sternly. “Having Sprite up your nose hurts like Hell.”“I’m sure I’ll make it up to you,” I said sweetly and kissed her again before nodding to the back of the line to indicate she. It was a feeling of warmth and comfort, like everything was going to be okay. He suddenly knew what he had to do.With the locket in his hand Jim left the house for the cemetery. He stopped at a roadside flower stand like he did every Sunday and picked up a bouquet of flowers.It was a beautiful mid-September morning when Jim stepped out of the car. He looked around at the still green trees, their leaves not yet showing any hint of the fall season that was just around the corner. There was a. You know that, right?”“Sorry, girl, I can’t hear you. You’re breaking up. Talk to you later. Bye.”Josie couldn’t help but shake her head as she shuttered her cell phone. With a glance up at her former and soon-to-be-again band mates, she began to wag her finger.They just smiled.It had been a long twenty minutes, especially for her. Never much good at waiting and marveling how she’d held off this long; Josie quietly stepped away from the noise, music and laughter of the gathering. She had a.