Betty filled in Alice over breakfast. "He should be home tomorrow." She fretted over her toast while Rose stood, silent and watchful, next to the sink. Alice avoided the woman's eyes, feeling her suspicion. Did she know Alice used the doll? "He has a concussion." Betty wrung her hands. "They said he won't be able to play football any more this season." Alice rejoiced inwardly but slumped, grumbling silently to herself. Hadn't Betty already grounded him? Just more proof her ...