The sun played peekaboo with the clouds. The clouds were white, fluffy affairs, so Tricksy doubted it would rain. Despite the turbulent morning, the day was far too perfect for a storm.
She"d had a good breakfast with her sisters. Foxy had gabbed during most of it, trying to fill Tricksy in on a year"s worth of town gossip. Savy had kept casting Tricksy sidelong glances, but she hadn"t said too much. The two of them had come to a truce of sorts. Though Tricksy was certain she was doing far more to keep the peace than her older sister.
There were only two clean forks in the guest house. Instead of insisting that the actual guest in the house get the utensil, Tricksy ate her eggs with a spoon. Savy and Foxy were headed out to do chores, whereas Tricksy had a date. But Tricksy waited patien
