Chapter Sixteen
Meadow chuckled. “Well, he certainly is. It looks as though Hawkins has decided to come speak to us.”
Beatrice looked past Hawkins to Malcolm to see what his reaction might be to Hawkins approaching Wynona. She was glad to see that he had a smile on his face and that the worried lines around his eyes appeared to be disappearing. Maybe Malcolm thought Wynona could be good for Hawkins.
Beatrice murmured, “We should be going.”
“Oh, please don’t!” said Wynona quickly. “I’d rather you’d stay here.”
Meadow said, “Okay, but if we feel like we’re not needed, Beatrice and I are going to scoot out of here!”
Hawkins hesitantly approached them and the ladies stood up.
No one spoke for a couple of seconds, and Meadow, never one for awkward silences, said in a blustery voice, “Haw
