Chapter Six
Beatrice walked back over to the sofa and sank down. “Oof. Poor Edith.”
“It must be really hard to lose a friend, especially one as close as they were,” said Wyatt.
“They seem so very different from each other. I mean, in every way. Felton was always sort of no-nonsense and organized and tough. And then Edith is all fluffy and spacy,” said Beatrice.
Wyatt said, “Maybe that’s why they got along so well. Because they weren’t like each other.” He paused. “You know, we should probably go by and see Rupert.”
“Rupert?” Beatrice frowned.
“Yes. He’s Felton’s son.”
Beatrice blinked at him. “I don’t think I even realized Felton had a son. I don’t recall her ever mentioning him.”
Wyatt said slowly, “I’m not sure what their relationship was like. It might simply be that Felton was
