Miss Sissy narrowed her eyes at Beatrice.
“Sorry,” said Beatrice. “Too many questions at once. Can you describe the woman Olive was arguing with?”
Miss Sissy glanced over at the cheese, still slowly defrosting on a nearby table.
“That cheese is going to take a while to defrost,” said Beatrice.
Miss Sissy sighed. “Tired-looking.”
That could describe most of the women in the group, including all the Village Quilters. Beatrice prodded a bit more. “Tired. Okay. Was she one of the younger Sew and Sews? Or one of the older ones?”
Miss Sissy was looking more distracted now, perhaps thinking about the food Meadow was going to try to grill. She tried to pull her attention back to the task at hand. “Middle.”
The age sounded about right for Ivy, as did the tiredness. Beatrice asked, “Is she
