“Marriage is what God meant for all of us,” Mrs. McCone said. “Sooner or later.”
Even Wanda the Footwear Queen, I thought gloomily.
Sharon went to the refrigerator, poured herself a glass of white wine, then perched gingerly on a chair opposite me. “Has Ma been giving you a hard time, Wolf?” she asked.
“I don’t give people a hard time,” Mrs. McCone said before I could think of an answer. “You’re the one who gives people a hard time. If it weren’t for this nice man I’d be getting ready for your funeral right now.”
“Ma...”
“Why don’t you work together, you and him? Go into partnership, I mean. I’ll bet that would keep you out of trouble.”
“Wolf already has a partner. Besides, a partnership is like a marriage, which I’ve already told you I’m not ready for.”
“I still think you’d make a good team,” Mrs. McCone said stubbornly. “You solved all those murders together, didn’t you?”
“More or less,” I said. “But neither of us made a dime out of it. In fact, we both lost money on a week’s worth of expenses.”
“So you’ll never work together again?”
McCone and I looked at each other. “Never,” I said, and she said, “Not a chance.” And then we both laughed and raised our drinks to each other.
You never know what might happen. If we ever did work together again, one thing was certain: it would definitely be interesting...