“It’s something about Edina Tooker. I thought you might like to read it, Billie!”
Billie shook her head.
“If it’s anything against Edina, I don’t want to read it, Nancy.”
A chorus of voices rose in protest.
“Read it, Nancy!”
“Tell us what’s in the letter!”
“Read it aloud!”
Happy to be in the limelight, Nancy faced the crowd, waving the letter over her head again as though it had been a flag.
“It’s from my aunt and uncle in Oklahoma. I wrote them to find out what I could about Paw Tooker and his million dollar oil well.”
There was a titter among the crowd. Billie clenched her hands.