Dinner was deliciously pleasant. Somehow much better than the chocolate cake, and that had been near-legendary for a famished Jack. It was so good that he hardly thought to chime in on Priscilla's conversation with her husband. Not that he had much to say, anyway, since they were mainly reminiscing about the past.
“Ho ho…that takes me back. I could not believe there were so many sweetums living just under the farms.”
“I remember the aromas,” Priscilla pointed out. “They were so warm and sweet.”
“Good times, undoubtedly. So see, Jack, we can understand your motivation. I mean, Anna herself was on a similar adventure with Sprinkle.”
“Hey, now, watch that big mouth o’ yours, Charlie,” Sprinkle warned, not liking where the conversation was going.
“I would like to know, though,” Jack ment
