Chapter Six
Saturday morning, Beatrice called Wyatt first thing after breakfast. “I’m sure you’ve probably already heard about Henrietta’s death,” she started out.
He gently interrupted her. “I sure have, Beatrice, and I’m very sorry about it. I’m also very worried about you and Miss Sissy. That must have been awful for both of you.”
“It was, actually. Absolutely awful. I think it’s because we were in her home and sort of creeping through and it all felt so eerie. And then, when Miss Sissy spotted Henrietta, it was just this horrid sensation in the pit of my stomach. She had made these extraordinary quilts and had invited me to drop by and see some others, since I was so interested. It’s all just such a shame.” Beatrice sighed. “I was just going to briefly drop by before taking Miss Sis
