“Little pitchers…”
“I see.” Morgan nudged her nephew’s arm. “Hey, Tristan, why don’t you let Grandmother know we’re here?”
“Okay.” He yanked the door open and ran inside.
She waited until the door closed. “Is there something wrong?”
“Maybe.” Priscilla’s eyes closed and she swayed slightly.
Morgan reached out to steady her. “Maybe we should sit down.”
“Yes. Perhaps I should.”
Placing a steady arm around her, Morgan helped her into the art gallery. She caught her grandmother’s eye and jerked her head toward Prissy.
Elizabeth rushed over. “Prissy, you’re pale as a ghost.”
“Is she okay?” Tristan asked.
“Would you like a cookie? We have some in the breakroom.” Quinn, quickly assessing the situation, grasped Tristan’s hand. “Let’s go see what we have.”
Elizabeth hurried to Prissy’s other side, gently guiding her to the nearby bench seat. “Are you feeling ill? Should we call an ambulance?”
“I’ll be fine.” Prissy abruptly dropped her purse on the floor. “It’s just a little dizzy spell.”
“It could be your blood pressure,” Morgan said.
“Lawrence will be home later. If I’m still feeling unwell, I’ll have him take me to the medical clinic.”
“Lawrence.” Elizabeth’s brows knitted.
“Your brother.”
“He died years ago.”
“He did not.” Prissy stared at Elizabeth as if she’d lost her marbles.
Morgan’s grandmother lowered onto the seat next to her. “Where is Lawrence?” she asked in a soft voice.
“In Port Huron. He’ll be home later.”
“To your house in town?”
Prissy pursed her lips. “Elizabeth, what are you talking about? Lawrence and I live in the house over by the point. You’ve been there dozens of times.”
“I have.” Elizabeth cleared her throat and slowly stood. “Morgan and I are going to get you some water. Maybe you’re dehydrated.”
“Y-yes,” Morgan stammered. “A glass of ice water.”
Grasping her granddaughter’s arm, Elizabeth propelled Morgan out of the showroom to the breakroom in the back.
Tristan sat at the table with a plate of cookies and a glass of juice in front of him.
“How is Prissy?” Quinn asked.
“Confused. She thinks my brother Lawrence is alive and they still live in a house outside of town that was torn down decades ago.”
Quinn blinked rapidly. “She’s having memory issues.”
