Long story short, I was talking to L today and she asked me if we "had been in contact with M." I told her yes, we had, and we knew where he was. I said we didn't need to know any more than that and we didn't want to discuss any more than that. She asked if husband had seen M on Saturday and I told her (honestly) that I didn't know as I had been at the beach all weekend. It turns out that he had not and had not even heard from M since that one time last week. She asked if we had been in regular contact with him and I said no, that he and husband had met momentarily last week. Actually I said "for coffee", but who needs to know that husband couldn't figure out what the heck he wanted. She said that there were troubles. I told her that was their problem, that they didn't consult us or ask for advice and until they did there was nothing for us to say to them. I did ask her how long he had been living with my folks and she said it's been about a month. She then volunteered that he had been telling my parents that he had been in regular contact with us - once for a moment since Thanksgiving is not "regular" - and that they had been trying to get him into work programs and this and that and they think he is lying to them about what he is applying for/trying to get done. I asked her if anyone who knew M would be surprised at that and she said no. "Oh, well" was about as good as I could give on that. The "other shoe" is in midair... How hard will it fall?