Nell: It’s too early to chat.
Me: I’ve got an appointment at the hospital and it’s still icy outside so Kev and I are giving ourselves a bit more time to get there.
Nell: Is the appointment about your cancer?
Me: No. Don’t worry. It’s an asthma test.
Nell: I could go with you if you like?
Me: I’d rather you stayed here and looked after the others.
Nell: As long as you know I’m more than willing.
Me: I do. Before I go though, I just wanted to check that you know the Stuffed Tiger is sitting next to you on the sofa.
Nell: Of course I know and its name is Beaumarchais.
Me: Do you think it might be related to Beauregard?
Nell: Beauregard is a real tiger not a stuffed toy. Do try and be a little more realistic.
Me: Their names are awfully similar.
Nell: Yes, I noticed that too.
Me: Almost like someone is trying to make us think Beauregard has something to do with it.
Nell: Yes. Although the someone is not as clever as he or she thinks they are.
Me: Why?
Nell: If you were trying to move a stuffed tiger around without anyone knowing you wouldn’t call it Sara Jane, would you?
Me: I wouldn’t call anyone Sara Jane.
Nell: What I mean is Beauregard wouldn’t call the Stuffed Tiger by a name similar to his own.
Me: Maybe all tigers have names beginning with Beau?
Nell: Nonsense. Helen Mitchell has a stuffed tiger and her son calls it Foxy Bingo.
Me: Gosh. So, there’s more than one of them?
Nell: Yes.
Me: Maybe they’re working together?
Nell: Maybe you should put your hat and coat on. Kev is waving at you to hurry up.
Me: Yes. See you later. Sorry.
