Chapter Fourteen
Mellie let her inside. “Saw you drive up through the upstairs window. Beatrice, you really are a gem to give me a hand like this. It would just be so completely overwhelming otherwise.”
“Oh, I’m totally happy to help. I remember what it was like when I moved to Dappled Hills from Atlanta. I thought my house was so organized and that I really didn’t have that much extra stuff. Then I started packing, and I couldn’t believe what I’d collected over the years. I had old college letters and notebooks neatly boxed up and labeled. But I’d never looked at them again—it just was tough to get rid of them.”
Mellie said ruefully, “I have the feeling we’re not going to be in quite the same boat since we don’t really have quite the sentimental attachment to my dad’s things. How did y
