Chapter Eight
When Beatrice got back to the house, she put on some yard clothes and headed outside with her gloves and Noo-noo, who was glad to spend some time outdoors. The sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead as Beatrice pulled up weeds. It was definitely not her favorite activity, but she liked to see the end results in a tidy bed.
Noo-noo gave some short barks and Beatrice looked up to see Mellie Dawson driving up.
Mellie smiled and raised a hand, making a detour into Beatrice’s yard. “Hi there, Beatrice! I’m glad you happened to be outside. I’ve been meaning to give you a call.”
Beatrice stood up. “I’ve wanted to call you, too, but I know your phone must be ringing off the hook with everyone checking in.”
“That’s true.” Mellie’s smile wavered a little and then she sudden
