Birds get hungry.”
“You’re up to something.”
Carol folded her arms. “You’re up to something.”
“I have no idea what you mean.”
Her mouth twitched.
I suddenly had another thought. “Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?”
Carol narrowed her eyes.
“That depends.”
“Tea. Three o’clock.”
Carol narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
“Do I need a reason?”
Apparently not.
“Are you busy tomorrow afternoon?”
By dinner, I had invited Carol, Margaret, and Louise.
All three had complained about Audrey’s music, her guests, or cars blocking the street. None of them knew why I was so particular about the time. For once, I was the one keeping a secret.
And I found that I rather enjoyed it.
At three o’clock, Carol arrived first.
I found that I rather enjoyed it.
She took one look at the untouched birdseed beneath the feeders and raised an eyebrow. “This is your grand plan?”
“Have some tea.”
Margaret
