Abby’s a screw-up seemed to be the message of the week. It dominated the conversation Tuesday night as well.
“Are you going to have enough time to get everything done for the picnic?” Charlie asked as she sat down next to me.
“Yes. I’ll have time. I can’t do anything until the weekend anyway.”
“Do you have all your supplies on order?”
“Um, no,” I confessed. I’d forgotten all about ordering extra supplies. There was no way I’d get everything in three days.
“What do you need?”
“Need for what?” Carrie asked.
“Abby didn’t order extra supplies for the picnic. She’ll never get a new order in time.”
“Ooh, not good. Any chance you can get what you need from the store?”
Charlie laughed. “If she wants to clean them out. It’s possible, but it’s not easy.” She turned back to me. “I’ve got an
