about their friend. Louise and Beatrice agreed with Jessie. They all three assumed that Margaret understood what was happening in her body.
âWell, Iâm going to get back on my estrogen and Iâm going to do better with Margaret and with you two,â Beatrice promised.
âYou gonna take over the cookbook?â Louise asked.
âAre you having some particular difficulty in collecting the recipes?â Beatrice asked with a smile. Even in her depression, she had found some enjoyment in considering that Louise was running that project.
âDid you get Jan Causeyâs grandmotherâs recipe?â Jessie asked. She suddenly remembered the message she had gotten on her phone at home. She had returned the call and given the caller Louiseâs number.
âGranny Causeyâs fruitcake?â Louise asked. She nodded, taking a big swig of her tea. âGot it.â
âWhat kind of fruit does she use?â Beatrice asked. She squinted her eyes at Louise.
âI donât know what kind of fruit she uses,â Louise replied. âI just got it in the mail and typed it with the others.â
âYou type the recipes on your computer and you donât read over the ingredients?â Beatrice asked, sounding surprised. âHow do you know if theyâre right?â
âI donât care if theyâre right or not,â Louise replied. âI just stick them in there the way they come.â
Beatrice blew out a breath, making a kind of whishing noise. âI canât believe that I turned this project over to you and that you arenât checking out these recipes. Suppose something is wrong in one of them?â she asked. The look of exasperation was undeniable. âHelp me out here, Jessie.â
Jessie shrugged. âWhat?â she asked.
âYou donât think you should bake the cakes following the directions of the recipes before we publish them in a book with the name of our church on it?â
Louise looked over at Jessie. Clearly, neither of them had thought about this. Louise folded her arms across her chest. âYou tried out all of those recipes in the first cookbook before you sent them to the printer?â
âOf course!â Beatrice replied. âHow else do you know if they work?â
âI donât care if they work,â Louise responded. âI didnât agree to bake fifty cakes when I said I would help you out on this.â
âWell, if I had known how frivolously you were going to carry out this project, I would certainly never have allowed myself to drop down into the well of sorrow. I thought that at the very least, I could count on you to do a professional job!â Beatrice sounded hurt.
âYou made all those recipes from that first book?â Jessie asked, sounding just as surprised as Louise. âLord, Bea, Iâd be depressed too if I thought I was going to have to bake all those cakes.â
âThatâs not depressing,â Bea said, turning to face Jessie. âThatâs just part of the job.â
âWell, maybe itâs part of the way you do the job, but not me.â Louise shook her head. âBesides, have you managed to take care of your assignment in this project?â
Beatriceâs face turned a bright shade of red.
âYou havenât, have you?â Louise asked in astonishment.
âWhat was she supposed to do?â Jessie asked.
âBeatrice, weâve got to have a prize in the next couple of weeks. Iâve promised all these women that youâre working on something wonderful. They all think theyâre going to be featured in some restaurant at Christmas. You havenât gotten anybody to agree to sponsor this thing?â
âIâve got something,â Beatrice said innocently.
âWhat?â Louise asked.
âYou could try Lesterâs Barbecue Shack. They could use a new dessert. The last time James and I ate there, they had
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