“You’ll have to forgive me,” Clara said. “There’s only one course tonight.”
Evelyn giggled before saying, “As long as you’re dessert.”
Without a word she transferred the plates to the tables. One that was decidedly out of place. It looked to be a combination of pate, gravy, with a cookie crumble mixed in.
That dish really got Evelyn’s attention, and even curled her nose until the scent from her own dish overpowered it.
“Okay. Who have you invited?” Evelyn asked, tiring of being kept in the dark.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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