"This is the same daughter-in-law who stole your grandmother’s china right from your house?” a woman in the table behind mine says.

I dig my Nancy Drew notepad from my purse to jot down this tidbit.

A second voice chimes in. “Wait. She stole your china? Why?”

“To sell it on Craig’s list, if you can believe that.” This from the offended woman, apparently.

I consider asking my lunch partner to switch seats with me to better see the facial expressions and hand gestures. But I don’t think I could hear as well from her seat.

“Did she tell you that?”

“No! Get this—you know how I love finding odds and ends on Craig’s List, right? Well, I just happened to see this china that looked exactly like my grandmother’s, so I clicked on it out of curiosity. I didn’t even know mine was gone at that point.”

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