Chapter Ten
Elspeth McDonald was there, holding a basket of homegrown tomatoes and looking abashed. She could see Beatrice and their food on the table from the door. “Oh goodness,” she said. “I should have called first. You’re eating your supper.”
Wyatt, polite as always, stepped aside and said, “Come on in and join us, Elspeth. I picked up a ton of food. It’s just take-out, nothing fancy.”
Beatrice felt a little less generous, not being fond of people dropping by unexpectedly, especially during meals, but she managed a tight smile.
“These tomatoes look wonderful, Elspeth,” said Wyatt warmly. “Beatrice and I love tomato sandwiches, but we didn’t plant any tomatoes this year.”
Elspeth beamed at him. “I know just what you mean. Spring is always such a busy time, isn’t it? There’s so muc
