Twelve
“We’re going to Hillcrest today so I can finish organizing those boxes.” Katty shook her head and whispered. “I hope for the last time.”
Bea hopped along beside her, their hands clasped. “Will Mrs. T be there?” She bounced out the open door to the trailer and took the deck stairs one hop at a time.
“Mrs. T? Is she okay with you calling her that … instead of Mrs. Timmelsen? Or Mrs. Timm?” Katty had to admit, Mrs. T was cute and … easy. Even she had trouble calling her Mrs. Timmelsen.
“She told me to.” Bea glanced up at Katty with a hesitant expression on her face. “I couldn’t say … Mrs. Timm … Mrs. Timm.” Bea shook her head. “I couldn’t say it. So she told me to call her Mrs. T.”
Katty chuckled. “Sweet. That’s okay if she said you can call her that. And she is always there, Goof
