Chapter Eighteen
Tilda gave her a tight smile. “I was wondering if I could talk to you for a few minutes. Is Wyatt here?”
“No, I’m afraid Wyatt is at the church right now. Please come on in. Is there something I can help you with?” Beatrice let Noo-noo into the backyard, thinking she might shed on Tilda’s elegant outfit.
Tilda walked in. She was carrying a large tote bag from some expensive brand.
Beatrice was feeling a little leery about Tessa coming out while Tilda was there. Things had been so peaceful when she’d been working on her quilt and now there was going to be all sorts of tension. It wasn’t the way she’d envisioned her afternoon going.
“Won’t you sit down? Can I get you anything to eat?”
Tilda shook her head impatiently, apparently as a reply to both questions. She immedi
