Myfanwy tells all

Me: That’s a sweet photo of Myfanwy.

Nell: Yes, I agree.

Me: Well, don’t keep me in suspense.

Nell: What are you talking about?

Me: I know she’s told you all about it.

Nell: She might have done. In confidence.

Me: I won’t tell anyone.

Nell: We both know that isn’t true.

Me: Yes, but only our friends and they are ever so good at keeping quiet.

Nell: Well, they had a pleasant stroll by the quay.

Me: And?

Nell: Knitwear Wolf was very kind and courteous.

Me: Oh dear. People are usually kind just before they say something awful.

Nell: Not in this case. He explained that he was extremely touched to hear that Myfanwy cared for him.

Me: But he just thinks of her as a friend?

Nell: Stop leaping in. You aren’t writing this conversation. May I continue?

Me: Yes.

Nell: He said he’d like to get to know her a little better and wondered if she might join him for dinner some time soon.

Me: When?

Nell: This evening actually. Poppy is cooking them dinner here.

Me: What are we having? Lasagne, or fish? Or steak? Wolves probably enjoy a good steak.

Nell: We are not having anything at all. It is a dinner for the two of them. Not us and definitely not you. Good grief. The mere idea.

Me: Dave won’t cope without dinner, Nell. It’s nearly Christmas and he needs to keep his strength up.

Nell: Of course we are eating something. The Cat has invited us all to a fondue night at the Big House.

Me: So it will just be Myfanwy and Knitwear Wolf here then?

Nell: Apart from the Welsh corgi choir. They are providing the background music.

Me: That’s a bit much, Nell.

Nell: I’m joking.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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