“I think I might add an extra ring of fire this summer,” her companion was saying, “What do you think?”
Sheila didn't respond, but her fork moved scrambled egg around the plate as she continued to brood.
“Sheila? Am I boring you?” the stuntman laughed, “Or is it my terrible cooking?”
“Mmm? Oh, I'm sorry, it's still a bit early for me,” the woman managed, pushing aside her breakfast, “What were you saying?”
“Never mind,” came the response, “Just come and watch me later. Deal?”
Sheila agreed and got up to leave, carefully stepping onto the wet grass in her sensible shoes, and paused to pick up the little red can.
“Don't forget this,” she winked, as her friend followed her to the door. And then, in a moment of devilment, Sheila tipped the contents out onto the grass and grinned, “You ca
