Chapter Four
The cell phone store took less time than Beatrice had feared. Beatrice had thought that maybe the cell phone people wouldn’t understand what kind of phone she was talking about since they dealt with such advanced technology all the time. But they quickly found what they called a “basic phone” and she left in mere minutes.
That afternoon, Beatrice pulled weeds near her mailbox. Noo-noo chased squirrels enthusiastically for several minutes before settling down in a sunbeam in the driveway. A few minutes later, a small car carefully pulled in next to Noo-noo and Beatrice’s daughter, Piper, stepped out.
“Hi Mama,” she said cheerfully, giving Beatrice a warm hug. “The yard is looking great!”
So was Piper, although Beatrice thought that was always the case. Her dark hair, previ
