"Yes?" I asked.
"I wanted to speak to you about my wife," he said.
I raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised. Lily had been an old friend of my mother’s, which was why I had felt confident confronting her when she had been upsetting Ella.
I had remained appropriately polite when I warned her that if she kept staring at Ella, I’d give the rest of the restaurant a reason to stare at her. She had taken the hint and excused herself.
Since then, our only contact had been her awkward apology to Ella, and honestly, I had nothing more to say about the woman.
"What about her?" I asked.
Derrick hesitated. "She’s worried about your mother," he answered. "They had an argument recently. Look, I don’t put much stock in women’s gossip, but Lily was very shaken up and insisted tha
