Meadow was still stewing on Flossie the Horrible as she drove up to Beatrice’s cottage. Sure enough, a pair of big ears were visible in the picture window at the front as Noo-noo heard their arrival.
Meadow had really gotten herself worked up this time. Beatrice said, “Now, Meadow. What’s done is done. The good thing is that we have Ramsay on the case, figuring out what’s happened. He’ll make sure there’s justice for Gail.”
“With your help,” said Meadow. “I’m never completely sure that Ramsay’s attention is solely focused on his cases. He’s always still messing about with his poetry and short stories.”
“He always does an excellent job. Why don’t you go home, take Boris out, then put your feet up and look at all the pictures you took from storytime today?”
This idea appealed to Meadow a
