Chapter Fifteen
Later in the afternoon, back at home, Beatrice looked at her clock and groaned. It was time for her to go back to the church if she planned on being able to ‘casually’ run into Barton. But it had taken a long time for the crowd around Barton to ease up at Pearl’s reception and Beatrice had been there a lot longer than she’d planned. She combed her hair and freshened her makeup, and then set back out again as Wyatt dozed in an armchair with an equally-sleepy Noo-noo on the floor beside him.
As she was walking into the church, she heard a voice from behind her. “Beatrice? It’s Beatrice, isn’t it?”
Beatrice turned to see Edgenora behind her. She smiled and said, “It sure is. You’re good with names, I see. There were quite a few of us at the guild meeting, too. I’m impressed
