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and then ask questions later."
    Anita rolled her eyes." So, are you saying that Sidney's step-son killed him?"
    "Yup." Carol got up and stretched. She was an athletic woman with a slim, wiry body. She stayed in tiptop shape with daily yoga. She had her hair in a short Afro, which had specks of cornflakes in it.
    She had a classically beautiful face. Anita remembered, vividly, the first time she met Carol. It was at a photo shoot for a toothpaste brand. Even now, she still had that white toothy smile. She was flashing it at Anita.
    She headed for the cereal bowl and yelped, "Yikes it's covered with ants."
    "Are you ever going to grow up?" Anita asked, "and why do you have cornflakes in your hair?"
    "Long story," Carol said breezily, "and no, I am not growing up until I hit forty or maybe forty-five. Forty-five, that's half of ninety, good time to grow up."
    She stepped over the sock and then turned back and picked it up.
    "You turned forty months ago; you really should think about loosening up for the next five years. Clock is ticking, Anita."
    "I like the way I am," Anita said, watching Carol as she headed to the kitchen. She was wearing one of her old sweat pants and a black shirt.
    "But the way you are is so rigid and straitlaced. Live a little, girlfriend. You know, I preferred you when..."
    "Carol," Anita said solemnly, "I don't want to reminisce. I don't want to talk about the past. I have a new life okay."
    "Okay." Carol looked around at her and then put the bowl on the island.
    "The sink!" Anita said sternly. "Put it in the sink."
    "But I don't wanna," Carol joked. "Then you are going to ask me to put water and soap in it."
    "When are you going to turn yourself in to the police?" Anita asked exasperatedly.
    Carol shrugged. "Technically, I didn't run. They had me in their detention center asking me questions. Next thing I know, Selvin's stepson, who was caught with the weapon and blood on his clothes, told them that we were lovers and that I asked him to do it. He was pointing at me screaming, 'It's all her fault. She asked me to do it.' The policemen were nodding like that was something they expected. I panicked. I know that the stepson wanted me to go to jail so that a clause in the will would prevent me from inheriting Selvin's estate, and the money he inherited from his late wife. Ironically, I am going to get the very money that he killed for, so he made up a story.
    "You don't sound sorry that Selvin's dead," Anita murmured.
    Carol mused. "Let's see. Am I grieving? Not particularly. Would I have an affair with his son, the twerp? No! I was already having an affair, and I can prove it. I was with that person when the murder happened. I just panicked when the police started talking about arresting me, and I kind of ran out of the station, jumped into my car, and drove away. I stayed in a hotel for a few days and then I remembered that you worked up here."
    Carol smiled. "Oh, sorry about that next of kin thing; I put it on a loan document two years after we separated, you know. I didn't have anybody else to put at the time. The police must be really digging to find that information. That was eighteen years ago."
    "Did you repay the loan?" Anita asked exasperatedly.
    "Can't remember," Carol shrugged. "Those banks have lots of money, why can't they give us some when we want it? You know what they do with the money you deposit? They invest it and make more money."
    Anita rolled her eyes. "So what about your work?"
    "Quit last year." Carol washed out the bowl, looked at the kitchen towel but decided to wipe her hand on the sock instead. "So basically I am free as a bird. Don't look so upset. At least you and I can spend some time together, like old times. Don't you think I saw how lonely you were last night with only a dog for company?"
    Anita frowned, "Carol, you are a fugitive! The head of the fugitive division of police came to see me today. This is not like old times. You are running from the law. You being here can