26
The Mystery
Bonnie set the tray of marshmallows down on the table with a slightly louder thump than usual. Debbie, staring out of the window, jerked her head around.
‘Any chance of getting some help this morning?’ Bonnie said. ‘I don’t want to be the dragon manager or anything, but it would be nice to have someone perhaps take the chairs down off the tables.’
Debbie sighed. ‘All right.’ Like something in a liquid state, she started to rise, one arm pushing her body up while her legs seemed to stay behind.
Bonnie grinned. ‘Worried about Mitchell showing up?’
‘How did you know?’
‘Because they’re due today, aren’t they? The whole wedding party and all that? Another reason why I’d really love some help with these marshmallows. I need to make about another thousand, and my arms are ki
