“Who else will be there?” asked Eloise. “Every woman in the area,” Sadie answered. “This is a sewing emergency. We thought you’d have dresses, but as none of you do ...” “It was most unfortunate, losing them the way we did,” Constance remarked. “But there was no help for it at the time.” “Dismissing Mr. Thompson would have been the only viable option,” Penelope said. “But as it was, he ... quit of his own accord.” “That’s one way of putting it, sister,” said Eloise. “Bravo.” Penelope smiled at her. The loss of Mr. Thompson had been great and tragic, but there was nothing any of them could do about it. If he hadn’t met with his untimely demise, then who knows what else he might have tried to gamble away. One of them, perhaps? She shuddered at the thought and looked to the baskets on the kitchen worktable. “Whatever is in those?” “Lunch,” Belle replied as she pulled back the checkered napkin covering the contents and added a few hard-boiled eggs.
What do You think about August (Prairie Grooms, #1)?
