“Exactly! It’s all very exhausting.”
And indeed, Meadow did look very tired. She was slumping in her chair and kept casting longing looks at the hammock.
“Do you need to take a nap?” asked Beatrice, her eyes twinkling.
“Don’t tempt me! Part of me wants to join Will in the napping room and conk out for a while. But I know if I fall asleep now that I won’t be able to get any good sleep tonight.” She added, “And of course I came over to see Will, but I’m glad to have the chance to speak with you about everything. The last time I had the opportunity to talk with you we were over at poor Gail’s house. What are you thinking about who the likely murderer might be?”
Beatrice opened her mouth and Meadow quickly interjected, “But don’t tell me it’s Jessica, Trina, Dora, or Alice!”
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