Chapter Seventeen
Hawkins opened the door. But instead of the dejected and downbeat Hawkins that usually answered the door, this Hawkins had a cheerful smile and a light in his eye.
He also seemed to be in a very good mood—especially considering that his father’s funeral was only hours earlier.
“Beatrice! It’s so good to see you.” He reached out his hand and shook her free one. “Wynona told me that you’d persuaded her that it would be all right to go to the service today. I’m so glad you did.”
“She wanted to come, it’s just that she was worried how her presence would be received,” said Beatrice.
Hawkins smiled at her and then stepped backwards. “I’m sorry—would you like to come in? Is that something I can carry for you?”
“It’s just some fabric that I brought for Della,” said Beatrice
