by Anne Canadeo
Lucy thought Suzanne had a point. Most of the women in Amy’s group did look wealthy. There was a lot of expensive clothes, good jewelry, and fresh, fashionable haircuts on display. The designer handbags and even designer knitting bags were also an obvious sign.
There were a few exceptions, like Meredith. But perhaps she didn’t live in the gated community.
And appearances did not always tell the real story. Lucy knew that very well by now. But Osprey Shores was an exclusive and pricy place to live. Maybe the residents here did toss around wads of money for fun.
“Like one of those reality shows about celebrities?” Lucy asked. Lucy was not one to watch TV shows like that, but from what she could gather from channel surfing, it was nonstop massages, personal trainers, and private jets. A few thousand dollars, more or less, would not be missed.
“Exactly,” Suzanne said.
“We’re definitely not in Kansas anymore,” Dana agreed. “But both of those men sounded very serious about the money, lost and won. There were even threats at the end.”
Before they could debate the question further, Maggie’s voice rose above the chatter.
“If you’re done with your break, I thought we could gather around the table again. I’d like to show you how to embellish this pattern if you like.”
Lucy headed back to her knitting. Dana was right. It had not been a casual exchange. Anything but. It had been an angry confrontation verging on violence, if you counted the tossed-over table.
The scene had tainted the first night of their getaway, and she hoped her friends wouldn’t dwell on it.
But something told Lucy this wasn’t the last she’d hear about Dr. Julian Morton.