Not much later, she was out in the front yard weeding around her mailbox and trying to make sure she was staying out of the road in the process. She glanced up at the sound of a car and right as she did, Meadow startled her by honking her horn. Beatrice sighed as Meadow pulled up.
“Look at you, being all productive,” said Meadow, grinning at her out the open window. Boris the dog was with her and he grinned too, drool dripping out the sides of his massive mouth.
“I’m trying,” said Beatrice dryly. “If I don’t keep on top of the weeds, they’ll get out of control and then it’s a lot more work to tackle them.”
“Oh, I know, I know. If you still have some energy left, you should come by my house afterwards and pull some of my weeds.”
Beatrice said, “I have the feeling I’m going to be ready
