My uncle had emailed inviting me and “my lady friend” to visit for lunch on Saturday. Ferdinand, in his wisdom, didn’t forward it to me until Friday afternoon. Odd. He’s usually reliable and efficient.
After reading the email, I walked towards Ferdinand"s desk.
‘I know,’ he said,, before I opened my mouth. ‘I’m sorry. It came on Tuesday. I forgot.’
I didn’t believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it. If I had spidey senses, they would tingle about now.
‘Don’t give me that sulky face,’ he said, packing up his desk for the early Friday afternoon escape.
‘Have a nice weekend.’ I walked back into my office and picked up my phone. Scrolling through my contacts to find my uncle’s number, I pressed the call button.
‘Hello, Brad.’ He sounded miffed. Or was it my imagination? I wo
