St Muckymuck, Season 2: Tea

“Thank you, Sylvia,” said Bessie.

“You’re welcome, Ma’am,” said Sylvia, dressed in a black and white maid’s outfit, she curtseyed and went into the house.

“What a lovely day,” said Bessie.

“Yes, I quite agree,” said Emma, sipping tea from a delicate blue china cup with a bright gold rim and handle.

“Not like the last time we were all together,” said Bessie, her speech became dark with meaning.

“No, indeed, Ma’am,” said Grady.

“How long were we on that boat, floating in the Channel?” asked Bessie.

“Oh, long about twelve hours, if I remember correctly,” said Emma.

“It was fortunate that you had a sextant built into your glasses at the time,” said Bessie, taking a luscious cake from a shiny silver tray.

“AND a compass!” said Emma, a finger raised.  They both burst into girlish twitters.

“Indeed,” said Bessie.

“I never thought that assignment would end,” said Grady, sipping tea.

“Oh, I know,” said Emma. 

“The Germans never did figure out what we were doing with those clothes pegs, chicken wire, and potatoes,” said Bessie.

“Trying to contact the Allies in Dover with the ham radio in my glasses,” said Emma, matter-of-factly.

 (c) 2012. Steven Gorman.  All rights reserved.

ST MUCKYMUCK

Season 2

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