Chapter Eleven
Becky didn’t see Kylie again until Tuesday morning. She was at work and Kylie walked in the front door, arm in arm with Mr. Harcroff. Despite the age difference, they made a smashing couple. She wore beige trousers with a matching jacket; her sky-blue blouse set off with a single strand of pearls. He was in his hounds-tooth jacket with moss-green khaki pants. He swung his walking cane with authority.
Becky hugged each of them and sent them on back to the reading area. She watched as Kylie picked up a magazine and scissored her long legs into a chair; Mr. Harcroff settled down with the romance novel he had lifted from the rack. Later, Becky saw Kylie reading to him. They sat side by side and she held his hand. I’ve lost my job, Becky thought as she watched them, but to who
