“Of course,” the other three women and Sarah said at the same time, causing all to chuckle.

“Mighty generous of you taking it upon yourself to check Mr. Lewis out further for our Sarah,” Maybelle contributed with her usual bit of sass.

“Without me, you wouldn’t have gotten to ask Sherriff Roscoe to run his tags, now would you?” Rosie pointed out to her friend, then patted her well-coiffed blue hair. “Now, where was I? Oh yes. Lou’s been after me for years. When I mentioned I was worried about you because of this newcomer, he mentioned his cameras. He appreciated the opportunity to do something nice for me. Some people do, you know.”

“We know,” they all said in unison, eliciting a round of giggles that better befitted teens than senior citizens.

“I took a picture of Lou’s video footage and sent it to the others, so they’d know I was doing my part to keep you safe.”

“Sarah didn’t need a play by play.” Maybelle’s eyes went heavenward again. “After that, I zoomed in on the picture Rosie sent, cropped his tag, and texted my photo to the sheriff.”

Maybelle’s tone brooked no argument on the fact that she’d been well within her rights to do so.

“And to think, I taught you how to use a smartphone,” Sarah mused, secretly impressed by the women’s sleuth work. Sometimes she wondered if the Butterflies were some former secret society in days gone past.

“That was a useful class you put on,” Claudia praised. “Now I can text with my grandkids and wow them with my emoji-sending abilities. It was one of the best classes you’ve ever put on in the community room.”

“You really should consider annual update courses,” Rosie added, pulling her phone out and clicking on her camera. She had it in reverse camera mode. It was a distinct possibility that, other than the rare spying photo, Rosie’s phone was permanently set that way. “It took me forever to figure out how to add gifs to my messages.”

“Didn’t take her near as long to figure out how to Photoshop twenty years off her selfies,” Maybelle added drily, pulling a snowflake out and putting it in the “needs work” stack. “One click of a button and wrinkles be gone! Of course, so is her nose since it takes so much blurring.”

Rosie’s mouth dropped open and she tossed an ornament at Maybelle, who just chuckled and added it to her “needs work” pile.

“I do not blur my nose out of photos, Maybelle Kirby,” Rosie denied with great indignation, then smiled sweetly as she added, “I understand how you could miss it, though, being as it’s not nearly as big as the one on your face.”

Staring at them, Sarah slowly shook her head. “I don’t know why I thought any of you could be trusted with advanced technology.”

Poor Bodie. He had no clue what he’d gotten himself into when he’d agreed to work at Hamilton House.