Meadow sighed when she saw the polish Beatrice had chosen. “You should try stepping out of your comfort zone. Go a little wild with your color.”
Beatrice frowned. “I can’t see myself going to church on Sunday as The Minister’s Wife wearing Summer Scandal Scarlet on my fingertips. Somehow the two things don’t mesh.”
“At least you could give everyone something to talk about. Just think—you can be the cool grandma! You’re such an upstanding citizen that you don’t offer anything for the gossips,” said Meadow. “Although a past connection with a murder victim might change things up a little bit.”
Beatrice’s retort was cut off by a smiling woman with very long, red fingernails that Beatrice figured must be Summer Scandal Scarlet. She wore lots of eye makeup, which did little to soften her rath
