Chapter Fourteen
As Arnold sat down, Meadow said, slightly out of breath, “Now let me get you a plate or else you’ll attract a swarm of people again. Residents tend to attack new people.”
Arnold opened his mouth to thank her, but she was already stomping over to the buffet line, appearing to be prepared to push people out of her way if they attempted to get in between her and the food.
Arnold gave a small laugh. His eyes were tired. “Everyone has been very nice. I don’t understand why Annabelle was having a hard time here. They certainly are friendly.”
Beatrice asked, “Did Annabelle say she wasn’t enjoying living here?” She kept an eye on Meadow. The last thing they needed was Meadow coming back to the table and ardently defending Dappled Hills.
Arnold sighed. “Not outright. But she d
