Chapter Eight
Beatrice groaned, looking down at herself. She was still in her robe and slippers and it was ten o’clock in the morning. “Coming!” she said.
She peered out the door and saw Lois Lee there. Beatrice pulled the door open.
“I am so sorry,” said Lois, taking in Beatrice’s robe. “It is too early, isn’t it?”
Beatrice said, dryly, “Believe it or not, I’ve been up since the crack of dawn. I just somehow haven’t found the time to get dressed. Please, come on in and I’ll pull out the punchbowl.”
Lois walked in and Miss Sissy eyed her suspiciously.
“Hi, Miss Sissy,” called Lois in a sweet voice.
Miss Sissy growled at her and turned her attention back to her quilting.
“Sorry about that,” said Beatrice, returning with the bowl. “Miss Sissy had a hard day yesterday.”
“From what I
