Chapter Eleven
“What a fun person,” said Beatrice as she and Meadow left for the long trudge home.
“And she didn’t even offer to drive us back,” said Meadow a bit huffily. “And I dropped plenty of hints.”
“You did everything but order her to drive us back,” agreed Beatrice.
Both Beatrice and Meadow’s cell phones started buzzing and ringing at them.
“I declare, Miss Sissy is going to be the death of me!” said Meadow, fishing out her phone from her large pocketbook. “I have half a mind not to even look at the message.”
“Which, of course, would be the one time that she actually does need us for something,” said Beatrice.
Meadow stopped in place on the sidewalk as she opened the message. “This one sounds dire.”
“Don’t they all?”
“This one simply says help,” said Meadow. Her brow wri
