Chapter Seven
Beatrice smiled at him. “I’ve been here for a little while now. I retired from the museum you know.”
Arnold said, “Yes, but I somehow thought you were in Atlanta still.” He sighed. “Annabelle didn’t tell me you were in Dappled Hills.” His expression indicated that that was no big surprise.
“And this is my friend, Meadow Downey,” said Beatrice.
Meadow smiled kindly at him and held up the bag of fried chicken and sides. “We’ve brought supper for you.”
The black Lab sniffed the air carefully and then grinned again.
He abruptly pushed the door all the way open and hurriedly said, “I don’t know where my manners are. Do please come inside. And thanks so much for supper. It smells absolutely heavenly.”
The dog appeared to have excellent manners or training or both. He politel
