"Ms. Perry—"
"Mr. Dickerson, please figure something out! I really can't handle this much longer!"
The teacher's exasperated voice came back on the line.
"Alright, I'll make some calls. Someone will be there shortly." Wilfred hung up and dialed Marjorie, the family's housekeeper.
"Marjorie, I just got a call from the preschool. Ms. Perry says the honey buns Hilary brought were a huge hit with the kids. She's hoping you could send some more."
"What honey buns?"
Marjorie was completely lost.
"The ones Hilary took to school this morning! Could you have someone deliver more? They're waiting."
"Oh, oh, of course. I'll take care of it."
After hanging up, Marjorie immediately thought of Patrick Lyons.
Ms. Pruitt definitely wouldn't have prepared honey buns for the girls, and Mr. Dickerson hadn't either. That left Mr. Lyons.
That man. Didn't he know the preschool had a strict no-outside-food policy?
Always stirring up trouble!
She dialed Patrick's number.
"Mr. Lyons? This is Marjorie, the Pruitt family's housekeeper."
"What is it?" His voice was flat, disinterested.