She plumps up of a sudden, beaming at me. “Oh, yes! Lovely. I like egg and bacon pie.”
“Perfect. I’ll arrange that for you, then.”
Shoulder to shoulder, in a brief explosion of camaraderie, Ben and I leave the old biddy clucking to the rest of the hens. “Egg and bacon pie?” he mutters from the side of his mouth.
“Do you think she knows what quiche Lorraine is?”
*****
The rest of the guests make their way into the dining room and, despite my unexpected emotional tumult, I have to admit that Michael and Charlotte make a handsome couple. I routinely wear a suit but getting Michael into any kind of formal wear is a challenge. Jeans and a good white shirt are about the end of his comfort zone.
But as he stands there, beside her, his blond hair bright in the sunshine streaming through the
