Chapter 21 - BEATRICE LOSES HER PEARLS

Not literally.
She misplaced them.
At seventy-two.
Called Rosalie.
Not me.
Why?
Rosalie had helped reorganize Beatrice’s residence after a minor surgery.
They found the pearls inside an old flour tin Beatrice used as a ridiculous hiding place.
Rosalie asked:
“Why flour?”
“No burglar checks baking supplies.”
“Neither do you.”
Beatrice laughed.
Their relationship never became mother and daughter.
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It became something more realistic.
Two women who knew exactly what one had done to the other and still sometimes shared coffee.