“It sounds like Flossie might be having a bad week,” said Wyatt.
Beatrice smiled indulgently at him. “Or she’s like that all the time. The jury’s out. You’re nice to give her a pass, Wyatt.”
“I don’t think I know Flossie,” said Wyatt thoughtfully. “Is she new to town?”
“Relatively so, I believe. I remember Posy mentioning her a year or so ago when Flossie went to the Patchwork Cottage to get supplies. Posy told me at the time that Flossie had moved here to be closer to her sister.”
“Oh, who’s her sister?” Wyatt took a sip of his iced tea.
“Alice Hall. I know her from the library and I think I’ve seen her at church a few times, too.”
Wyatt nodded. “She’s a member. I’m sure it must be nice for Alice to have family living nearby now.”
Beatrice smiled again. She wasn’t at all convinced
