IT WAS A LONG LUNCH BY EVERYONE’S STANDARD, three hours, but it was productive, at least now they had theories to test and to work on. Everyone headed back inside when the sun shifted as it became too hot to enjoy the great outdoors.
The men gathered everything in one fell swoop.
G expertly balanced in one hand plates, utensils and glasses, and with his other hand, pinched between his fingers were bottles of beer.
Bryce collected the leftover food trays and the jugs in the other.
They walked in buoyed in their spirit, as reflected in their banter and jokes. When they reached the kitchen, Queen felt something odd. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it until she saw the fruit bowl. She always put it in the centre of the island bench to serve as décor as much as a functional item. But n
