Another couple of days passed. Sunday, naturally, was church and Beatrice winced as Ace, the cell phone guy, managed another interruption. Piper and family came over for another lunch after church. The afternoon was busy because Wyatt and Beatrice both went to visit hospitalized church members.
When Monday morning came, it seemed as if it would be a quieter day. Wyatt and Beatrice decided on a hot breakfast. Beatrice made some cheese grits and started the coffee while Wyatt whipped up scrambled eggs and some sausage links.
Wyatt said, “You’ve had a really rough last seven days. How about if you and I go to lunch today?”
“Your schedule is open around lunchtime?” asked Beatrice, a doubtful tone in her voice.
“It is. I’m not quite sure how that happened, but I’m going to take advantage
