The silent staring was getting on Beth’s nerves, and who could blame her? Really, if the older woman was pausing for dramatic effect, Beth felt as though it had surpassed its intent and was now bordering on creepy.
So it was no surprise the tension in her muscles lessened considerably when the woman finally spoke.
"I have worked in this house for years. I was here when Mrs. Burns was alive, and I have been here since her unexpected death.”
She wasn’t saying anything Beth didn’t already know, and she guessed where this conversation was going, and she had been right; this wasn’t going to be a pleasant conversation. She almost asked the woman not to bother, but then remembered she’d asked Beth not to interrupt until she had spoken her mind. Beth bit her tongue, gripped the edge of the tab
