James
They’ve not heard me coming, too busy talking among themselves, three redheads close together, speaking quietly. And apparently, Kirstie’s in on it too.
Something’s cooking…
I stand in the doorway, telling myself I’m not eavesdropping. I’m in full view if anyone looks up, but no-one does. Nonetheless, try as I might, I can’t pick out the words.
Damn…
I give it another few seconds, then deliberately clear my throat.
Three heads of red hair, and one black, pop up like slices from a toaster.
“Good morning. You all seemed very intent on something there. What were you talking about?”
All four answer together…
“Shopping...”
“The wedding...”
“Books...”
“The flowers…”
… then look at each other.
Mitch reaches into the newspaper rack, producing some glossy Sunday periodical…
… H
