Elara
It didn’t take long to decide: a picnic would be the perfect antidote to the rough morning.
“Sure, we can have a picnic,” I said, ruffling the girls’ hair. “We’ll make cakes and sandwiches and spread a blanket out in the field.”
Zoe clapped her hands. “Can Clyde come, too?”
“Of course,” I replied, brushing a stray strand of dark hair from her forehead. “We’ll invite the maid, too. I think they both deserve a little break, don’t you think?”
The girls grinned, delighted by the notion of a picnic with some new friends. I rose to my feet and took their hands, leading them toward the kitchen. The girls ran off to invite the maid to our picnic. I overheard them asking her in the hallway, and her confused response.
“You want me to… have a picnic with you!”
“Yes!”
