“Oh, you’ve a message from Ralph,” Tinker remembered. “He said to tell you to get well soon. Now that Scotty is gone, you are to be stuck with organizing the Chrismoose picnic. Scotty ordered the paper plates and all the condiments, but nothing else has been done.”
Anna groaned.
Tinker waved goodbye as Damien swirled her away in the crook of his arm.
“Condiments!” Anna exclaimed, sitting up abruptly. “That’s why Scotty ordered the case of pickle relish!” she hollered after them. But the Coggins-Clarkes were on to other things.