Chapter Sixteen
Beatrice feared Miss Sissy was about to get sidetracked by one of her rants. “Who was the man?”
“Don’t know! But not her husband!” Miss Sissy gave Beatrice a resentful look for pushing the issue.
Meadow gave Beatrice an arched look. “We can mull over the possibilities later.” She mouthed when Miss Sissy isn’t here.
“We can, but not tonight!” said Beatrice quickly.
Meadow clapped her hands, making Miss Sissy scowl even more fiercely at her. “Wyatt? Finally? White tablecloth, to make up for all the previous trouble?”
“Wyatt, yes, but white tablecloth, no. We’re having supper at my house,” said Beatrice shortly. “After all our rescheduling and issues with trying to meet, I thought maybe we’d have a better chance of a date actually happening if we tried for it at my house
