Chapter Twenty-One
As Mark was leaving, Aureole, a tiny golden honeybee, was going about her daily business in Beth’s garden. She buzzed away from the daisy bushes that bordered the driveway in a mass of brilliant yellow.
Her route took her into the path of the oncoming jeep as Mark drove from the house. Tired from the day’s foraging, and heavily laden with pollen and nectar, her flight was laboured and slow. Too late, she became aware of the moving vehicle. In a clumsy attempt to avoid it, she changed direction, but her brain did not accurately judge the speed of the approaching danger. Only the rush of displaced air preceding the old jeep saved her. Caught up in the mini maelstrom, she was hurtled aside in the nick of time.
As the turbulent air settled, the frightened bee alighted on
