Someone who is with the dog rescue I used to volunteer with reached out to ask if I was interested in purchasing tickets to a fundraiser that’s being held in a few weeks. It’s a Valentine’s Day dinner with a fancy-dessert auction, general silent auction—the usual. I went ahead and purchased three tickets, the other two for Mica and Sophie if they want them. If not, it's a donation to a good cause.
Susannah appeared in my doorway on her way to lunch. "So. What did you do this weekend?" She had the look of someone who knew something.
I opened my mouth ready to say something vague but decided there was no point. I told her I'd had a date, who it was with and that I'd like to keep this part of my private life off the office grapevine.
"OK," she said. "But the three of us are going to lunch. How's Thursday?"
I had to dash her plans to get the dish. I'm behind on everything and will likely need to work through my lunch hours.
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