Chapter Seven
Beatrice glanced at her watch and turned to Miss Sissy, who was still frowning at the door where Meadow’s visage had last been seen as if waiting for it to pop back like an overwrought Jack-in-the-box. “Ready to head out? I think we’ll get to the preschool at the perfect time. Maybe we can see a little of his show-and-tell before we take him home.”
Miss Sissy was already bustling for the door by the end of her sentence.
Beatrice drove over to the church preschool and parked the car. Miss Sissy was striding ahead of her again as they headed for the covered preschool entrance around the back of the church. As expected, they were able to watch Will’s class do a babyish version of show-and-tell. They packed, or their moms did, one favorite thing in their backpacks from home an
