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scene.”
    “I have to admit, the country club is a good way to keep things civil.”
    “ You’re lucky to have civil.” Carrie said curtly.
    I didn ’t need to answer her. I knew about her family. They are a long back-story.  Carrie works hard to leave her past behind, so I help her by not bringing it up. It’s part of our Pirate Code.
    “You will do fine this holiday, you have Patrick. Why the glum face?”
    “I heard rumors about Beverley’s Weiss’s death. That it wasn’t an accident.”
    “They said it was an accident at the funeral?”
    “That was the assumption, yes. According to the papers. Why?”  She narrowed her eyes and abruptly stopped another theft of her fries with a stab of her knife.
    “ Do you know something?”  She asked suspiciously.
    “ Me?” I tugged gently at the French fry, but she did not release it.  The papers, for once, had left my name out of the article on Beverley Weiss’s death, because I am a possible suspect. After all, I did find her, and I had no excuses for the night before. I also have no motive since I hadn’t meet the woman before Thanksgiving week. On the other hand, I’m dating her ex-husband.
    “ Patrick and I were at the funeral because Cooper Milk is a major donor to the Homeless Prevention League and well, it looks good to support those things. I noticed that Ben was there, at the funeral.”
    “ Of course.”
    “ Ben?”  She shifted her knife slightly, but didn’t quite release the fry.
    I sighed and gave up. “Ben’s her ex-husband. They divorced years ago.”
    She released the fry.  “Ben Stone and Beverley Weiss?”
    “ The very same.” I popped the fry into my mouth before she could change her mind.
    Carrie sat back. She had eaten almost all her blue cheese, bacon burger and some of her own fries. She doesn’t often eat that much.
    “Ben and Beverley Weiss.” Carrie repeated.  It was not seemingly to smile at the demise of a rival, but here with me, she could do it.  I didn’t dare tell her I found the body.
    “Dessert ladies?” Cooed our waiter.
    We both nodded and ordered. Carrie was on a roll, and it was my turn to pay, so she didn’t hold back. I have a better job than Carrie. She is the secretary for the local senior center, practically a volunteer job.
    “She was a snob, overbearing and not very nice on top of it.” Carrie blurted out.
    “ I didn’t think you knew her.”
    Carrie picked up a piece of bread and began tearing it into tiny bits. “The Senior Center use to hold these joint fundraisers with the Homeless Prevention League. I worked with Anna, their marketing director, mostly.  The Senior Center and the League had overlapping clients, so we tried to maximize what services we had. Sometimes I helped at the events, the wine auction and polo match, larger events. Beverley Weiss would sweep through wearing a spectacular hat or something and look right through the staff, as if you were nothing. You understand how that is?”
    “Oh, I understand .” I reassured her. I did not mention that it was Carrie’s turn to sweep into a volunteer event, wear the magnificent hat and be as snotty as she wanted. We were discussing Beverley.
    “Anyway, I never admired her attitude. Every one is a person and important, don’t you think?”
    “Did she help out at all?”
    “Doing what?”
    “Oh, important activities: rounding up cats, pouring wine, feeding the hungry, that kind of thing.”
    Carrie shook her head.  “She wasn’t all that physically involved. The Homeless Prevention League is having a big party in her honor. The Executive Director, although he calls himself the President and CEO, when did all these executive directors decide to elevate themselves to CEO and President? Why can’t they be happy as an Executive Director? What is wrong with the title of Executive Director?”
    She looked at me.
    I looked at her, and took another French fry, as payment for her outburst. She can get quite passionate about the