CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Charlotte had no idea it was lunchtime until Rosie reminded her. “I’m worried about you, darling. You seem a bit jumpy, particularly when a customer comes in.”
“I do? Um, just used to the doorbell. I’ll go and buy those batteries and then it will solve one problem.”
“How many problems do you have?” Rosie gazed at her over her glasses. “Current crime issues in the town aside, what’s up?”
There was no way to answer that just yet. If she began to talk about Alison, she’d cry. And probably panic and run off somewhere. Then there was the worry of whether Rosie had changed her mind about selling the business to Charlotte. Not the time to raise it.
“I had a nice breakfast with Trev.” Best to redirect Rosie when she had a certain look in her eyes. One which usually led to C
