They got together for lunch a lot. No one ever caught them doing anything. But everyone had a hunch something was up.
“We’re just friends,” Barbara would say if anyone mentioned it.
They both attended their 50-year high school class reunion. At dinner, George’s wife sat to his right. Barbara sat to his left.
At one point, George leaned over toward Barbara and speared a cube of steak on her plate with his fork.
Case closed.