Mr. Monk Goes to Hawaii by Goldberg, Lee (librera reader .TXT) 📕

“I believed that story you told about the night-night,” I said as we strolled along.

“If I didn’t convince you, I never would have been able to convince him. I knew he was listening to everything we said.”

“I still believe that story.”

“Even though it’s a lie?”

“I don’t think it is,” I said. “You told it with too much emotion, and you aren’t that good an actor.”

Monk was quiet for a long time. “It wasn’t Trudy who had the night-night. It was my mother.”

“You buried her with it, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Monk said. “But I had it dry-cleaned first.”

Of course he did.