Chapter Three
Marie rang Mrs. Taylor’s doorbell. During the two and a half-hour drive, she had gone over what she would say. Even so, she dreaded delivering the bad news and the questions she would have to ask a grieving mother.
Mrs. Taylor opened the door. She held a calico cat in her arms. “Come in, please.”
The cordial invitation did not hide the worry behind her tensed brows. Mrs. Taylor knew something was wrong. Now, it fell to Marie to tell her.
Marie stopped to admire the cat even though the distraction wouldn’t put off the inevitable heartbreak.
Mrs. Taylor stroked her pet. “She came to me as a stray.”
She gestured to the couch that sat in the small parlor to their left. “We can sit here on the sofa.”
“That would be fine.”
“Would you like a glass of tea?” Mrs. Taylor asked.
