Free Silence Of The Hams by Jill Churchill Page B

headed back to the hospital parking lot, where they wasted ten minutes searching for the car on the wrong parking level before discovering where they were.
    “Jeez! I thought a really demented car thief had taken the old station wagon,“ Jane said when they found it. “What a pity it wasn’t true.”
    When they were back into traffic, Shelley said, “But what about Tony Belton?“
    “What about him?“
    “Maybe he’s passionate. Hot-tempered.”
    “Naw, he’s too pretty. Those GQ-looking guys have ice water for blood.”
    Shelley turned and stared at her. “What in the world do you know about that?“
    “Nothing,“ Jane admitted cheerfully. “You could be right. We don’t know much of anything about him. And with a scheming older woman shoving him along—who knows what he might be goaded into doing. She’s a prize schemer.“
    “So how can we find out more about him?”
    Jane pulled into her driveway. “I don’t know, but if it involves attending more soccer practices, I’m out. I can hardly sit through the games without going into a coma.”
    They got out of the car and Shelley picked up the local combination newspaper/shopper that was lying in the grass between their driveways. She opened it first, as always, to the “Vital Statistics“ section with the births, deaths, marriages, and divorces. “Is this yours or mine?“ she asked.
    “Doesn’t matter. I don’t read it anyway. I used to check the school lunch menus so I could pack lunches on the days they had things the kids despised, but then one memorable day I had a blinding flash of realization that the kids were capable of opening a paper and reading it themselves, not to mention packing a lunch. It was like getting religion.“
    “Good God! Jack and Chelley O’Brien had another baby. She’s our age and Jack’s nearly fifty!”
    Jane shuddered. “That would be like having your own grandchildren. Nursing bras and Geritol at the same time.“
    “Pacifiers and walkers.“
    “Diapers and Depends.”
    Shelley laughed. “You win.“
    “And the prize is a nap,“ Jane said, heading for the kitchen door. “I have to do a big family dinner, attend the graduation, then stay up all night as chaperone at—“
    “Oh!“ Shelley exclaimed. She rattled the newspaper pages. “Look at this!“
    “What? Hold it still!“
    “There. Right there. Under ‘Divorces Filed.’ Rhonda against Robert Stonecipher. Filed the day before yesterday. The day before she was widowed!”
    A car was coming up the street and pulled into Jane’s driveway. Suzie Williams got out and moved toward them like a warship under full sail, her platinum hair shining in the sunlight. Her face fell when she saw the shopping paper. “No! You’ve already seen it, haven’t you?“ she asked, prodding with a long, scarlet fingernail at the newspaper in Shelley’s hands. “I thought for once in my life I might get ahead of Gossip Central. Damn!”
    Shelley was still staring at the paper. “Filing for divorce the day before he died! Talk about feeling guilty.“
    “Guilty, hell,“ Suzie scoffed. “Think of the relief. You aren’t the kind of Pollyanna who believes you divorce a bad-tempered lawyer and come out of it with anything but your second-best underwear, do you? Take it from somebody who’s been there, done that, and got the T-shirt to prove it. But with him dying, there’s no alimony, no nasty little settlements. She just walks with the whole wad.”

    Jane almost missed her nap. There was no way she could sleep without thrashing out this news. First she called Mel, who said curtly that he already knew about the divorce and would she please mind her own business and stay out of it.
    “I think I’ve blighted my evening,“ Jane said, hanging up.
    “An evening of chaperoning high school graduates is blighted by definition.“
    “But what does this do to her motive—or Tony Belton’s? If she was divorcing her husband anyway, why would she need to kill