Fact-checking

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Did you hear about him? With the daughter, no less!"

Her eyes widened. "No way. Him? But he's so—"

"Exactly," he interrupted, a knowing look crossing his face. "And there's more. Last week, at the party, he supposedly—"

"No!" she gasped, her hand covering her mouth. "But who told you all this?"

He shrugged. "I heard it from someone else, who heard it from someone else. You know how these things go."

Satisfied with the non-answer, she darted from one group to another, the gossip too juicy to hold. "Did you hear about him? Last week, at the party, he supposedly—"