While Sarah was at her art class,Macon worked on his Canada book,but his maid was not on the job.
He stared out of the open window at a bush,where a bee was buzzing from flower to flower.Was it time for the bees already? Did Muriel know? Would she remember what a single bee could do to Alexander? She was so careless, so unthinking; how could he have lived with someone like that? Her untidy habits,her misuse of words.There was no way she would remember about the bees.
He reached for the phone on his desk and dialed.'Muriel?'
'What,'she said flatly.
This is Macon.
'Yes,I know.'