Chapter ElevenHelen Wills didn’t try the Star of India soup. She was gone when Lydia returned from serving the last orders in the back room. So was Alistair. Buying more pastries, Lydia hoped, especially that poppyseed cake.
Again she took her time cleaning up, waiting for the others to leave before she went out to meet him. Mudge had asked her while they shared leftovers if she and Alistair Pope were . . . you know. She’d retorted that no, she didn’t know, but no, they weren’t. He’d invited her to tea, that’s all. To see his historic house. Why? Did the entire staff of Leo’s Back End think she should watch out for Alistair Pope?
Mudge shrugged: No opinion. Just asking.
They agreed to have another Flying Wedge meeting soon, and exchanged phone numbers. Lydia told Mudge she’d be home in
