“Are you all right?” chorused Beatrice, Meadow, and Starr.
“Fine! Absolutely peachy!” spat Ivy. She carefully got up and moved cautiously away after slamming the door shut behind her.
Starr sighed. “I’m afraid everyone is going to be feeling that way soon.”
Meadow said, “Maybe she’ll have a nice little nap in her cabin and wake up feeling happier.”
Meadow, Beatrice reflected, could sometimes be just as optimistic as Wyatt could.
Starr said, “She might. Or she might wake up angrier.” She paused. “I do understand why she might be upset. This weekend never should have happened. I put too much faith in the forecasters. Out of an abundance of caution, I should simply have closed the retreat.”
“Was that even your decision to make? Or was it the owner’s?” asked Beatrice.
Starr considered
