The Plot
One week later
Susan had been working on the plot ever since the night she and Kevin had discussed it, and it was finally coming to fruition.
Kevin walked out on the porch and took a seat next to her. “What’s up, Suz? Getting anywhere on that plot?”
“I think I’ve got it worked out. Or mostly worked out.” She turned in her seat to face him. “You’re going to kill me. But you’re not, because you won’t be here.”
“Whatever ideas you have will need a lot more explaining than that. I have zero idea what you’re talking about.”
Susan grinned and handed him a yellow notepad. “Take notes,” she said. “This might get complicated.”
Kevin took the notepad from her hand and picked up a pen from the table. “Go slow,” he said. “You know I don’t write fast.”
“Okay. Here we go. Let’s assume y
