Me: I don’t think Dave appreciates how scary the sky was last night.
Nell: What are you talking about?
Me: He fell asleep while I was telling him about it.
Nell: David was up early helping Knitwear Wolf deliver the papers. Is there something wrong with your voice?
Me: Why?
Nell: You’re whispering.
Me: You have to whisper when you tell a scary story. And the sky was really scary last night. Ask Poppy. She was there.
Nell: Poppy was asleep in front of the fire.
Me: I know but she was still around.
Nell: Did you nibble on a Spekulatius at the hairdresser’s yesterday?
Me: No. Why would you say such a thing?
Nell: Your voice is definitely croaky.
Me: I’m just a bit tired, Nell. I didn’t sleep well. It was that sky. It spooked me.
Nell: Do stop. You’re letting your imagination run away with you again.
Me: I have an odd feeling something is going to happen.
Nell: Are you sure you didn’t nibble on a biscuit?
Me: I had a bite of a biscuit, Nell. But it wasn’t a Spekulatius.
Nell: What was it?
Me: A Biscotti.
Nell: I told you not to do that. Was it crunchy?
Me: Yes. Very. Just right with my cup of coffee.
Nell: You fool. The danger is in the crunch.
Me: Nobody told me.
Nell; Did you eat it all?
Me: No, I’ve got the rest in my handbag. I was going to have it later.
Nell: We need to take it to Timothy right now.
Me: I can’t lose my voice, Nell. What about our Conversations?
Nell: You should have thought of that before.
Me: I knew something terrible was going to happen.
Nell: Hurry up. Maybe there’s something Timothy can do about it.
Me: Yes. Sorry.
