Seven
When I flounced down into Silver Lining, Peter and Edith were sitting around the dining room table.
“He’s single!” I sang. “Oh, and also,” I said nonchalantly, “I’m going through the canal.”
“Good job, dear,” Edith said. “I don’t know which to ask about first.”
I laughed. “Well, Jonas is with Elayna, one of the girls. Eivind is single.”
“Ah.” Edith rested her chin on her fist. “They are both attractive, don’t get me wrong, but Jonas is more my type. His hair, his eyes . . .”
Peter cleared his throat.
“Right, on to point two. Are you going through the canal with Eik, then?”
“Yes, we talked over all the particulars, and I have been given the stamp of approval.”
“Congratulations, dear.” Edith checked her watch. “This calls for celebratory sundowners.”
Edith and I faffed about
