Martha was enjoying the garden party more than she had thought she would. Of course, her expectations for it were barely a step above torture, so the bar was pretty low. When she and Josie had arrived they were escorted by Carl the driver through a wrought iron gate at the side of the house and brought around back. The back of the house looked to Martha like a mini version of the gardens of Versailles. Not that mini, she told herself. It was a significantly larger yard than what Martha was used to from back in Michigan. There were colorful flower gardens and neatly trimmed bushes with paths leading through them. There was a large gazebo and at least two fountains that Martha could see, and several tables set up throughout with pristine white tablecloths and glass vases filled wi
