Chapter Twelve
Noo-noo seemed happy to continue her walk. She picked up a fast pace and led Beatrice on a path to much more exercise than she had expected.
When Beatrice’s phone rang, she was breathless when she picked up. That’s when she decided to turn the little dog around to head back in the direction of home.
“Mama?” asked Piper.
“Yes?”
“Well?” she demanded, a laugh packed into the word.
Beatrice frowned. “Well? Sorry, well what?” She was starting to get the sinking sensation that perhaps Piper had somehow caught wind of her upcoming proposal. Or did Beatrice forget what time she was helping with the grading? “Wait. I wasn’t supposed to come help you this evening, was I? I’d thought we’d arranged for tomorrow morning.”
“No, no. Tomorrow is great. Or not, if you have other thing
