looked like she always does,â she said. âShe and Jon sat right there.â She pointed to another booth. âIn one seat together, like a couple of lovebirds. It was very cute.â
That did not sound like Beatrice.
âWas there anything out of the ordinary about them that you can think of?â Vera asked after a moment.
âNo. They had some kind of book that they were looking at while they ate their pie,â she said. âNow, you ladies have a good day.â And with that, she was gone.
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Paige mulled over Veraâs situation with Beatrice. Imagine that her mother had been gone for a few weeks and not even bothered to touch base with Vera when she came back to the States. It was perplexing. But then again, Beatrice could be the most confounding person on the planet. Usually a person knew where they stood with her though. This sneaking around was not her normal way.
âEarl, do you really think you saw Bea and Jon the other day?â she asked while they were lying in bed with their books.
âI told you that it really looked like them,â he said. âBut you said it couldnât be them.â
She told him what sheâd learned today.
âThat woman has always been a little strange, if you ask me,â he said, setting his book on the nightstand and taking his glasses off.
âWhat were they doing in the drugstore?â she asked.
âThey were getting medicine. They were in line at the pharmacy,â he said, after a moment.
âMedicine?â Paige thought a moment. She didnât know if Beatrice or Jon were on any medication. Sheâd ask Vera tomorrow and tell her what Earl had said. It might help. She went back to reading her historical romance novel. As her mind relaxed into the story, a thought occurred to her. Beatrice on medication? What if she was on some new medicine that confused her and she and Jon were wandering around somewhere lost? Lord knew Jon didnât know his way aroundâespecially in the mountains, where Beatrice had grown up. If they were out there, goodness knew what could happen to them.
Her heart started to race and she set down her book, sitting up in bed. Earl snored beside her. She had to call Vera, thatâs all there was to it. Time might be of the essence.
She left the bedroom and went downstairs and dialed Vera.
âHello?â Vera said into the phone. She sounded as if she had been sleeping.
âIâm sorry if I woke you,â Paige said. âBut I thought youâd want to know this. Iâm sorry I didnât tell you sooner, but I wanted to talk with Earl again.â
Then she told Vera what Earl had said. The phone was deadly quiet.
âVera?â
âIâm trying to think,â she said. âJon takes blood pressure medicine. And something else. I canât remember what it is. But I thought he refilled all that before they went traveling.â
âYour mom doesnât take anything?â
âNope. Sheâs as healthy as a horse. She takes vitamins and supplements, things like that,â Vera said and paused.
âWhat?â Paige said, urging Vera on.
âI just canât get over the fact that my mom is back in Cumberland Creek and hasnât come home,â Vera said. âWhat is she up to? Where is she staying? Is she okay?â
âShe must be okay,â Paige said. âPeople keep seeing her around. But I agree itâs odd. Could she be confused?â
Vera sighed. âShe is eighty-four years old, but she seems so sharp. Sheâs a little forgetful sometimes. But so am I.â
âDid you call the airline yet?â
âI tried. I couldnât get a live person, just a recording,â she replied. âIâll try again tomorrow. Good night, Paige.â
âGood night,â she replied.
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