She made a face at his analysis of Marilyn, more confused than anything else. "How does that even work?" If anyone could explain the shortcomings of a supernatural creature, it would be Peter. "And we don't have to snoop. Every once in a while someone just airs out all the dirty laundry for all to see. I get to be lazy while the rumor mill does all the heavy lifting."
It could be nice, but it could very well be their last dinner party. She let out a half snort and took another sip of her tea. "And they were never seen again," she said solemnly before looking up at her husband, not bothering to lift her head up from his arm. "I want to be neighborly. I really do. But you've seen the posts. There are strange, strange, people who live here." She gave him a half point. "I don't want to be a statistic." She was only half kidding too.