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Sunday afternoons at The Bayswater Inn, in a small town called Vickery, were normally busy affairs, but on a gorgeous, sunny day with not a cloud in the sky, it was chaos. The waters of Sandusky Bay glistened as recreational boats and yachts floated past. Abigail managed to grab the last remaining table on the decking area. She practically threw her bag onto it, before a young couple tried to snatch it. “I’m sorry! We were here first, I’m afraid.”
Elise smiled in apology. “I think I saw a free table back there.” She pointed.
Once the couple left, Abigail smirked. “I see I’m going to have watch out for you. There weren’t any free tables.” She licked her ice cream, holding the cone. Strawberry flavour.
“I’m fairly certain there would have been free tables back there, at some point.” Sh
