Chapter Thirteen
James had been right: Betty was in the back parlour and was midway through shifting a pile of wedding gifts to the edge of the room when they entered—probably so she could clean the table they’d been sitting on for over three weeks. Going that long without being able to dust the table had probably driven her crazy. She frowned when she spotted Mia and James, then put the stack down carefully and walked over to them. “Everything all right? You look very solemn.” Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to her mouth. “Lord, has something happened?”
Mia shook her head and placed her hand on the older woman’s arm. “No, everything’s fine, I promise. I need to talk to you and James about something, that’s all. I found him first, and he guessed correctly you’d be in here. I’m g
