She could get in to see him. They would have taken him to Wabash County Hospital, fifteen miles away. She knew everybody there except the new folks. She had been president of the Women’s Auxiliary when her late husband had practically run the place. She got on the phone to call Dorothy, her bridge club friend.
Dorothy answered after the first ring and said, “My goodness, Honey, what’s going on over there? I had to drop you off a block away. I should have stayed with you. Now, I hear Leonard’s been murdered and you’re the number one suspect. How could anyone even suggest such a thing? Don’t worry. I’m your alibi. So are all the girls at bridge club.”
“Dorothy,” Honey said. “Leonard is not dead. The police say he’s been poisoned but they know it’s not me. They’re still here, searching the entire house.”
“Oh, thank God! Is he going to be okay?”
“I’m pretty sure he will,” Honey said. “Now, listen. I need a ride to the hospital right now. I’ve got to be with Leonard. He needs me.”
There was a long pause on the line.
“Honey, I’m not sure I can do that. I’m not sure you should do that. Are you under arrest or anything like that?”
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