Beatrice made a face. She wasn’t exactly looking like she was ready for a visit. She pushed strands of hair out of her eyes. There was dust and streaks of dirt on the front of her button-down shirt and khaki capris. She’d been so inspired to start her project that she’d forgotten to change into older clothes before starting it.
Beatrice peered out of her front window and saw Meadow grinning back at her. She relaxed. Meadow wasn’t the kind of company that one had to dress up for.
But it was important to give even Meadow a place to sit. As Meadow walked in, she gave a low whistle. “Boy, Beatrice! You’ve been doing some work!”
And indeed, just about every available surface was covered with ... stuff. There were old boxes, extra clothes hangers, craft supplies she no longer needed, clothes
