MEADOW SAID, “LET’S go find Della while we’ve got the chance.”
“He didn’t look like he was anywhere close to finishing that huge bowl of ice cream, so I think we have a few minutes,” said Beatrice.
Posy’s part-time helper was busily trying to check-out customers and answer the phone at the same time as they walked back in.
Beatrice glanced around the room and said, “There she is.”
Della, dressed somewhat somberly in a black top and gray slacks, was holding a basket full of notions and was carefully studying others.
Beatrice and Meadow walked over to her and she started a little as if she’d been in her own world. Then she gave them a polite smile. “Oh, hello.”
Meadow said in her most sincere voice, “Beatrice and I just wanted to say how very sorry we were about Caspian’s death.”
“It
