Chapter Thirteen
Beatrice raised her hands in front of her in a ‘calm down’ gesture. “I didn’t mean to provoke such a response, Orrilla. I was only letting you know what people were saying and giving you a chance to explain.”
“There’s nothing to explain! And our visit is over. You can both take your money and go.” With that, Orrilla stormed out of the living room, abandoning her guests to find their own way out.
“Well, that certainly didn’t take up the rest of the afternoon like I’d hoped,” said Meadow. “Pooh.”
“I didn’t think she was going to explode like that. If I’d known, I’d have approached the question more carefully and at the very end of our visit. It definitely cut our interview short,” said Beatrice as she climbed into Meadow’s van.
“And you know what that tells me?” demande
