Chapter Eleven
They walked in and Goldie blushed, jumping to her feet as if having been discovered acting unprofessionally at work. “How are you ladies doing?” she asked, a bit loudly. “Want to join us for lunch? Gene was kind enough to pick some up.”
The look on Gene’s face was hardly a welcoming one. Beatrice hid a smile. Clearly, he was not looking forward to sharing lunch with Goldie in any way.
Meadow said, “We’re fine, but thanks!”
Miss Sissy looked longingly at the chicken and Goldie quickly asked, “Chicken for you, Miss Sissy? I have a paper plate I can pull out for you.”
Miss Sissy gave the chicken a wistful look and then shook her head.
Goldie looked confused by this, as well she might, considering the fact that, in anyone’s memory, Miss Sissy never turned down an opportuni
