I took a few steps back and was mortified to see divets. I offered up the spoon. Apologies didn't seem quite enough.
Come with me. He turned and walked to the house. Considering his height and girth, he moved fast.
Was that Wagner? He took three glasses from the cupboard and poured a snifter of armagnac. A woman appeared in the archway. Frederick's wife-tall, flaming hair, clad in a striped leotard and platform shoes. Wagner was abruptly silenced.
What are we drinking to this time?
We drank to the end of cats and the pre-dawn departure of our neighbours. How long will it be before that canoe finds a home?
Common ground, at last?
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