to ask, considering that Iâve barely been out of this room since they arrived, which was three days ago.â
âHave they been here only three days? It seems a lot longer.â
âThatâs because Kenneth talks so much,â Beulah commented dryly.
âBut in three days Georgia must have seen them, right?â Daisy said.
Scrunching up her nose some more, Beulah considered it. âNot necessarily. She always eats breakfast alone. Then she spends most of the day either in the kitchen or cleaning the rooms with the door closed. And lots of evenings she eats alone, too. Iâm trying to remember if she was at the dining table the night before last.â
âThe Lunts went out to eat the night before last,â Lucy replied. âI know because they came back late, and I couldnât help overhearing. It was some place down in Danville, although I didnât catch the name.â
Daisy nodded. âI heard part of their conversation when they were coming down the hall. Sarah liked it, but Kenneth didnât.â
Beulah gave another snort. âNo great secrets of national security could ever be kept here.â
âBut our little secrets are so much more fun,â Lucy rejoined, reaching for a piece of shortbread.
âSo itâs possible,â Daisy returned to the more pertinent point, âthat Georgia hadnât seen the Lunts before this afternoon.â
âItâs possible,â Beulah agreed.
âAlthough itâs probably more likely that she was surprised to see someone else,â Daisy went on.
âMaybe Henry Brent,â Beulah suggested. âAnd maybe instead of being surprised, she was shocked. That burgundy-striped seersucker of his is enough to blind you.â
Lucy stopped chewing. âHeâs wearing the burgundy seersucker?â
âIt matches the burgundy velvet draperies in the parlor perfectly,â Daisy answered, deadpan.
Her mama chuckled. âHenry always was a snappy dresser. But somehow I doubt that was what made Georgia drop a tray of glasses.â
âShe was staring hard at the person afterward,â Daisy told her. âAnd then she was staring at Aunt Emilyâs Remington in the kitchen.â
âHmm.â Lucy took a contemplative bite of shortbread. âI always thought there could be more to Georgia than met the eye. Sheâs very secretive.â
âThatâs what Drew said, too.â
Stretching out in the rocking chair, Beulah put her feet back up on the bed. âIâm not sure that I trust her.â
âWhy not?â Daisy asked.
âFor starters, we know nothing about her.â
Daisy couldnât argue with that. She had thought the exact same thing only a short while earlier.
âShe also doesnât give me my phone messages,â Beulah added somewhat peevishly.
âThat was only one time,â Daisy reminded her. âIt was on the innâs phone line, so she got confused about it being a guest.â
Beulah responded with a dubious grunt.
âWell, we can find out more about Georgia tonight,â Daisy proposed. âYou can help me watch her at dinner. See who she reacts to, or doesnât react to.â
âTomorrow. Tomorrow Iâll have the eyes of a hawk. But not tonight. No can do.â
Daisy looked at Beulah questioningly.
She squinted back at her with impatience. âI have my date!â
âYou have a date? Since when?â
âSince Wadeâs schedule changed. Heâs driving through the area this evening, so I agreed to meet him.â
Lucy set down her teacup. âBeulah, dear, are you sure thatâs safe? You donât really know this man, do you?â
âThatâs why I picked somewhere public to get together. Friday night at the General is always busy, so there will be plenty of people around in case things turn sour.â
The Generalâa tribute to Robert E. Lee, a recurring theme in
Joy Nash, Jaide Fox, Michelle Pillow