A Four-Dollar Worn Shawl to Wear to Belle Meade
“I’ll make a few discreet calls to my contacts at the banks.”
“Thank you for helping,” I said.
“I have to stop by the rented estate this afternoon to pay the tent rental fee in person.”
David nodded slowly and wrote one word on his yellow legal pad.
“Be careful at that place,” David said.
“People who are hiding their past don’t like guests showing up unannounced.”
I got up from the leather guest chair and smoothed the front of my wool skirt.
“I’m only dropping off a check,” I said.