Chapter Eighteen
The bag hit Della’s legs and she stumbled, sliding on the fabric on the stone floor at the top of the stairs. She clutched wildly for the banister, but it only served to give her more momentum down the stairs. She was able to come to a crashing halt at the first landing, however, precariously holding on to the stone stair.
Beatrice ran down the stairs as fast as she could go, being careful not to tumble down them, herself. Della gave a snarling gasp as Beatrice passed her, snatching at her legs but getting only air.
By the time she’d reached the bottom of the stairs, though, Beatrice realized that Della was after her. What’s more, Della was quite a bit younger than she was. Beatrice sped up, panting, fumbling for her car keys in the pocket of her khaki capris.
Beatrice
