Frankie asked Elizabeth as she buttoned up her cotton nightgown and climbed into bed. She wouldn’t normally start such a conversation with Elizabeth, but she needed to talk to someone, and Bismarck was asleep on the porch. “What do you mean?” Elizabeth was already settled in her bed and propped up against the velvet headboard, a book in her lap. “Why wouldn’t he be all right?” she said, opening the book and finding the last page where she’d left off. “You know, disappearing like that.” Frankie scooted herself to the center of her bed so she wouldn’t have to see Joan’s empty side. Elizabeth didn’t look up from her page. “You don’t know the first thing about running a business, Frankie. He has a lot to do. Something you should think about the next time you go off gallivanting around town without telling anyone.” “But what business would he have to do all of a sudden?
What do You think about A Tiny Piece Of Sky (2015)?
