A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
“What on earth was she doing here, honey?” Margaret asked.
“She brought an extravagant gift basket,” I said.
“She apologized for the boutique.”
Margaret’s eyes narrowed.
“And did you believe her?”
“For about an hour, I did,” I said.
I turned and went back into the formal living room.
Margaret came in after me and shut the front door firmly.