He gave her a light kiss on the lips. “I think a slice or two of cake is a wonderful idea and sure to cure whatever ails her. Checking up to make sure folks are all right is something in my job description, I think. At any rate, I’m pretty good at it.”
Beatrice gave his hand a quick squeeze. “Thanks. She’ll likely answer the door and be completely annoyed with us for dropping by. But at least I’ll sleep well tonight.”
June Bug’s booth was really more of a tent. Beatrice could tell which one it was from the line coming out of the front. She only hoped that June Bug had brought enough food. She was a funny little woman with a round face and a constantly startled expression. But she was incredibly industrious and modest to a fault. It was the modesty that made Beatrice wonder if June Bug ha
