Chapter Nine
“Thanks for helping with that ... both of you. I guess a compromise did make more sense, especially if it meant saving the peace,” said Sadie.
Wyatt said, “It’s easy enough to mix the style of a service.” He gently asked, “How are you doing?”
Somehow, his gentleness seemed to be the emotional undoing of Sadie. A few tears trickled down her cheeks and she brushed them impatiently away. “I’m fine—ignore the evidence of the tears,” she said dryly. “It’s just that I’m totally exhausted. I haven’t slept the last couple of nights at all. And now I don’t want anything to do with sleeping pills.” She gave a harsh laugh.
Beatrice nodded. “I spoke briefly with Ramsay and he mentioned that your father’s drink had been doctored. I’m so sorry.”
Sadie said, “What’s more, it’s terrible
