Uh-oh Lydia thought, here it comes. The glare at the wine glass had only been a precursor to a lecture. Jackie had expressed herself on many an occasion about the abuse of alcohol and drugs on America’s youth (anyone younger than herself usually), and how her mother’s generation had tried to steer the way to a healthier society, and sadly had failed. Lydia steeled herself for the temperance lecture. “Yes?”
“I understand you’re speaking Saturday on your exploits when looking into old murders or I suppose…unfortunate deaths.”
“Yes,” Lydia said cautiously. Although she was quite happy to avoid a temperance tirade, she wondered where Jackie was going with her query.
“You won’t embarrass the society will you? You know dredging up unpleasant things like that can only upset people.” Jackie was staring down at Lydia—piercingly. Out of nowhere, Lydia felt a nasty chill run down the length of her spine. She shook it off as just being put on the spot.
“I promise Jackie, I won’t embarrass the society in any way, shape or form. You have my word.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want any skeletons dredged up here, would you?”
At that she turned on her heel and walked away.