Chapter Ten
Beatrice looked thoughtfully at Julia, remembering what Hazel had said about dementia. She seemed so sharp, though, other than this lapse.
Meadow said, “Well, maybe you only meant to fill it up and forgot. Unless you have a leak in your gas tank, but I don’t smell any gasoline. Should I take you to the gas station, then?”
“No, thank you. No, I’d rather Jim take care of it tomorrow sometime. We don’t need to go to the trouble of lugging a gas can out here. At least I know what the problem is. Now, if you wouldn’t mind taking me home? I’m exhausted,” said Julia.
Meadow said, “I’m sure you are! You’re doing all the quilting things and on top of it, you’re working on your wonderful blog!”
A shutter fell across Julia’s eyes at the mention of the blog, before she gave a rather f
