Chapter Twenty
The Spice Rack
Not all spices are “spicy”.
The next day, I opened the door to a sheepish-looking Lumpy peering inside for any signs of his woman. He said he was feeling bad about the night before.
Tenzam had come up with the idea of a cardamom and spice pudding instead of cake, and Lumpy thought it was a wonderful idea until he told Mavis.
“It’s not easy for her at the moment,” he muttered. “I think I was a little flippant.”
Mavis was on the couch pretending to be asleep.
“We’re not having a cake or pudding,” he shouted to the lounge room.
Mavis feigned a snore.
“Tenzam’s had another idea,” he shouted.
Mavis snored louder.
I told Lumpy to go in.
The Bag Lady and Betty were outside at the time. They had come back early from their adventures and were ecstatic. They
