When were you going to tell me?

Me: Can I ask you something, please?

Nell: Certainly.

Me: Have I done anything wrong?

Nell: Why would you say that?

Me: It’s only that I was upstairs and went into the bedroom and Poppy gave me one of her long stares.

Nell: Did she now? Was she busy?

Me: I don’t think so.

Nell: Interesting.

Me: And now I’ve come downstairs and you’re giving me one of your looks too.

Nell: Am I?

Me: Yes. I mean in your case it’s not that unusual because you often look at me in mild dismay but both you and Poppy? It’s made me wonder.

Nell: Maybe we should discuss this with Poppy over lunch?

Me: That might be a problem.

Nell: Why?

Me: Kev and I are going out to lunch. It’s the first time in so very long and we are awfully excited.

Nell: I don’t suppose you are going to The Cottage Hotel, are you?

Me: Yes, actually we are.

Nell: My favourite place? The one I haven’t been to in over a year? The hotel featured in your first book?

Me: Well, yes. You see restrictions have finally been lifted and they are opening again.

Nell: So?

Me: So what?

Nell: So when were you going to tell me?

Me: Tell you what?

Nell: That I’m not invited.

Me: Well, that’s the thing.

Nell: Here we go.

Me: You are invited.

Nell: I am?

Me: Of course you are, Nell. Kev and I never go to lunch at The Cottage Hotel without you. It’s only when we go inside that we can’t take you.

Nell: So I’m included?

Me: Yes.

Nell: Where’s my handbag? I need my iBone.

Me: Why?

Nell: To text Dorothy that I’m going out to lunch. Good news must be shared.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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