“I guess I just thought EE’s place would be nicer. I certainly didn’t expect a dumpy tract house with a 20-year old satellite dish in the backyard,” said Dave. “I don’t know how he managed this limo; probably got a deal from his brother-in-law.”
Robin screwed the cap back on the vermouth and gently stirred the martini. “Well, I didn’t think he would really be that old and fat and ugly,” she said as she filled her v-shaped glass. “Based on the brilliant advice he gives on the blog, I thought this would be the consummate workshop!”
The Church Lady jabbed an elbow into Robin’s side, “Heh, heh, you were hoping for consummate but all we got was consommé!”
“Yeah, the whole thing was one disappointment after another. I should’ve called a cab the minute I saw that darn cairn. I noticed you barely participated in that exercise.” Robin delicately extracted the olive from the pick with a flick of her tongue.
“Well Robin, when it comes to helping EE get his rocks off, you are the obvious choice! But wasn’t it nice of Dave to offer to do the ‘dirty deed’?”
“The man was insufferable!” said Dave. “And when I realized I could use a piece of that awful wire sculpture as a garrote, the plan just blossomed, like a rose in Spring.”
“Yes, Thanks Dave,” said ril, who looked rather jaunty with the limo driver’s hat on his head slightly askew. “And did I mention what a brilliant idea it was to, ah, bury the evidence right there, beneath those very stones?”
“Enough of the chit-chat, let’s get down to business. Robin has to fly to London on Tuesday and Church Lady’s kids are home on Winter Break, so who’s going to do the blog this week? ”