Chapter Eight
BERTHA COOKE WAS A round woman with shoulder-length curly brown hair and a direct gaze. That direct gaze was now trained on Dan and Tiggy. Tiggy gave her an uncertain smile.
“Ready for lunch, Dan?” asked Bertha.
Dan’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “Now? I thought you were doing some cleaning for the Vanderwits.”
“They had to reschedule me because Mrs. Vanderwit suddenly had to host bridge. Thought we could go to lunch early.”
Posy cleared her throat. “Dan, feel free to go ahead and take your lunch since Bertha is here. You can paint that wall later on.”
Tiggy had shrunk away and was now looking through some of Posy’s more vibrant fabrics.
Dan frowned. “I ain’t hungry yet, Bertha. Just finally finished eating the last of my breakfast not long ago. You go ahead without me.
