“Would you be referring to Henrietta?”
Becky smiled. “Mary’s told you about her?”
“She drew me a picture of the goat and her kids. You should be grateful you live in town. Otherwise, your garage would be full of adopted animals in need of a little love.”
Molly looked over Becky’s shoulder. “Good morning, Sean. We were just talking about your menagerie of animals.”
“And, if Sally has her way, it will only get bigger. How was your exhibition in Boston?”
“Fabulous. All the photographs were sold and at least a dozen people want me to work on private commissions.”
“That’s amazing. I’m glad it went well.” Sean wrapped his arm around Becky’s waist and handed her a yellow rose. “This is for you. I thought it might make you feel better.”
She kissed his cheek, grateful for his thoughtfulness. “Thank you.”
“Do you know how Mary’s meeting with Edith is going?”
Becky shook her head. “I’ve not heard a thing.”
“’Tis too soon to be worried,” Molly said as she checked her watch. “Edith was permitted to spend two hours with Mary. It’s barely gone midday.”
Sean’s arm tightened around Becky. “Laura’s in the shop. How about I take you and Molly out to lunch?”
“Thank you for the invitation,” Molly said with regret. “But I’ll stay here. Jacob is meeting a landowner about a property. He’s picking me up from here as soon as he’s finished.”
Becky sighed. “I’d better stay, too. Saturdays are one of our busiest days. It can go from quiet to frantic in the blink of an eye.”
Molly reached for a sprig of lavender. “Jacob could be another hour. Why don’t you go with Sean? I’ll stay here with Laura and text you when I’m about to leave.”
“We could have lunch at Angel Wings Café,” Sean said quickly. “It would only take a minute or two to get back.”
Becky looked at the flowers sitting in buckets across the table.
“Don’t you be worrying about the other bouquets. I can make them before I leave.”
“Are you sure?”
Molly stuck her hands on her hips. “Of course, I’m sure. Laura and I will be okay.”
Becky picked up her bag. “Call me if you hear anything from Adam or the therapist.”
“I will. Now off with you before my husband arrives.”
Sean held her hand and led her toward the front of the store. “Tess has bacon and maple syrup waffles on today’s menu.”
The thought of all that sugar made Becky feel queasy. And being queasy made her think of Matthew’s wedding. “Has Nathan contacted the suit rental—” She looked at the person walking into Happy Petals and froze. “Ashley?”
The petite blond with sparkling blue eyes grinned. “Surprise! It seems like ages since I’ve been home.”
Becky’s mind went blank. All she could think of was not saying anything about the wedding.
“How was New York City?” Sean asked.
“Still as noisy and smelly as ever, but I miss it. As well as writing the story my editor wants, I spent time with Bonnie and Harry. It was good to see them.”
Becky glanced at the front counter in case Ashley’s scrapbook was sitting there. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn’t see it. “Did you go to a show on Broadway?”
“Not this time. I’m trying to talk Matthew into spending a long weekend in Manhattan, but he’s so busy it’s hard to go anywhere.”
