When she woke up again, Wyatt was standing there with a couple of plates and a smile. “Feel any better?” he asked.
Beatrice nodded and stretched. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep but I feel better for having done it. Sometimes I wake up groggy and irritable from a nap but not this time.” She smiled at Wyatt. “You are amazing. Thanks for supper. And you even heated up some tomato soup to go with the grilled cheeses.”
Wyatt chuckled. “Hardly a culinary masterpiece, but it will hopefully be edible. And it was fast and easy.”
Beatrice joined him at the wrought-iron table they had on the patio. Noo-noo’s nose twitched with interest as she smelled the food. The little dog settled close by in case any crumbs fell.
They sat in a peaceful quiet for a few minutes as they ate. A blue jay squawked lo
