For the next few days, Merry obsessed over the incredible revelation that StarLord was Will Knight. The worst part was that she couldn't tell her friends, not even Suzanne, who had provided that wonderful picnic.
"We had fun," was all she said. For a writer, it was pretty much torture that she couldn't say more.
"The least you could do is share a couple of details," Suzanne grumbled. Using her stroller to box Merry in, she'd cornered her on Constellation Way outside of Mrs. Murphy's bookstore, Fifth Book from the Sun.
"Just for the record, that's no way to use your child," Merry said virtuously. "You're setting a bad example."
"Ha. I set up a romantic interlude for you and all I get is, 'we had fun'? Even my baby is disappointed in you."
"Okay, it was a lot more than fun. It was kind
