“Congratulations, Rosey. The exhibit was wonderful,” Wednesday caged Primrose in a tight hug and patted her back. After that, her friend turned to shake Sander’s hand. “I didn’t know you have such talent in painting. You two really have a lot in common.”
“Well, we sure do.” She beamed at her husband and clung to his arm. “Thank you for coming, Wendy. Where’s Lowell? Is he running late?”
“Yeah. He’s a bit caught up at work these days,” Wednesday glanced at her wristwatch. “But he’ll be here soon. We wouldn’t miss his buddy’s first art exhibit.”
“Buddy?” The Mortel Malls President quickly protested, making the ladies grin out of amusement. “He’s not my buddy.”
“Maybe he’s my buddy?” Primrose snorted, followed by an enjoined laughter with Wednesday. Seeing Sander frown prompted her to
