Chapter Four
MISS SISSY’S HOUSE was the same as it had always been, but Beatrice noticed the wildness of her grounds this time. It was funny how quickly she’d been able to overlook them and almost attribute them to an extension of the old woman, herself. Ramsay, Meadow, and Beatrice made an interesting group as they walked up the broken walkway to Miss Sissy’s front door: Ramsay still managing to look official and grim, Meadow plastering on a big grin, and Beatrice clutching the plate of food Meadow had thrust at her to give the old woman.
Miss Sissy answered the door, peering suspiciously around it at the trio. Her eyes lit up greedily when she spotted the plate of muffins, omelet, sausage, and hash browns, though, and she hastily ushered them in, leaving the door wildly ajar as she hea
