Chapter Ten.
THE MOMENT WE STEPPED through the foyer doors at the hotel, my stomach grumbled. “Let’s have dinner in the restaurant,” I suggested.
Doris had kept us on our toes, moving and chatting the whole day, so we hadn’t gotten to know much about Margaret. Dinner might help to remedy that.
“Yes!” Sharon said, but Margaret shied away.
“Oh... the restaurant is expensive. I...”
I tucked my hand through her elbow and held tight. “My treat.”
After digging her heels into the lobby flooring, Margaret eventually allowed me to lead her into the restaurant and plonk her into a booth.
Then we handed her the menu.
“Order anything you want,” I said with a grin. “My ex-husband is treating me to this trip, and he owes me.”
Margaret frowned. “I couldn’t imagine that...”
A strange pain shot t
