Chapter Two
Beatrice and Wyatt stared at Meadow.
“Felton?” asked Beatrice. “But we were just there a few minutes ago, on our way here. She was perfectly fine. She invited us into her back yard so Will could see the goldfinches at her new feeder.”
Meadow gave a helpless shrug. “Well, she doesn’t seem to be fine now, from what Ramsay was saying to me. And poor Posy.”
Wyatt said, “Didn’t Felton mention that Posy was going to run by the house?”
Beatrice nodded slowly. “That’s right. Felton was in a rut with her quilting like I was and Posy was to come by with some quilting fabrics to inspire her and help get her back on track.”
Meadow’s eyes grew large. “So that’s what she was doing there. Do you know what you two should do? Hand me the baby.”
Beatrice said wryly, “Why am I not surprise
