15
Liam
I’m at the picnic and Enid has cornered me at the dessert table.
“Enjoying yourself?” she asks.
I look at her face and see if I’m hearing her sarcasm correctly, but I can’t make out her expression under the brim of her sun hat.
“I am. Thank you, ma’am,” I say.
“Don’t thank me. I didn’t invite you.” It’s pretty clear that she wouldn’t have invited me if she’d been asked for input.
“Ah. Well…” I go to pick up a slice of apple pie for Ginny and a piece of carrot cake for Bean, but Enid holds out her hand over the desserts. I stop and turn back to her.
“You’re not a drunk.”
“No, ma’am.”
The wrinkles on her face deepen. “Beatrice likes you,” she says, and her mouth turns down like she tastes something awful.
I’m not sure who she’s talking about at first, then I remember that
