Algric Bartles:
In other words, you were suspicious?
Jessica Fletcher:
Oh, now that's your word, not mine.
Algric Bartles:
What word would you use, Mrs Fletcher?
Jessica Fletcher:
[sighs]
Mr. Bartles, I was worried about a woman that I had befriended at dinner. There was an accident with the wine and she left the table. She said she'd be right back. It was only when she didn't return that I went looking for her. Because I was *worried*, not suspicious.
Algric Bartles:
But you're suspicious now, aren't you, Mrs. Fletcher?
Jessica Fletcher:
No, Mr. Bartles. Now I'm even more worried.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:06