Chapter Thirty-SevenRuth sat at the table in Liz’s kitchen while Liz stood at the counter and prepared tea for the two of them. Porcelain clinking with her movements, Liz hummed a Jimmy Dorsey tune. Her hips swayed in time with the music.
“I’m pleased you stopped by, Ruth. It’s a lovely opportunity for us to get to know each other better.”
“I agree. We usually only see one another in conjunction with the others from Monarch. The noise level with that group doesn’t allow for private conversations.”
Liz set the teapot and cups in front of Ruth then pulled a tin from the cabinet. “I think our little party calls for something sweet.” She popped open the lid and retrieved several cookies from inside the container. She arranged them on a plate and brought it to the table. “Thank goodness for
