Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

When Finnley got out of her full body bathing suit, Liz gaped at her.

“It appears your suit wasn’t that waterproof after all. You should have kept the receipt. Now you can’t ask for a refund.”

Finnley rolled her eyes while sending daggers. Liz caught them in extremis with her pen and put them down in writing at the end of her pink notebook for later reference. She thought maybe they could be an appropriate prop for the family betrayal she planned to write about in her next chapter. Daggers between the shoulder blades were always a nice effect.

“I don’t need a receipt, I ordered them online.”

“What do you mean? What does she mean Gordon? She looks so mad, she won’t answer me… and stop eating those bloody nuts. That’s not good for your cholesterol.”

“Actually that’s the reverse,” said Gordon.

“Stop eating them! I find the crunching noise and the movement of your tongue on your teeth disturbing.”

“She means she kept the email with the e-receipt. Knowing her she’s probably kept it in the trash for safekeeping.”

Finnley threw another pair of daggers.

“Ouch!” Gordon said.

“You deserved that,” said Liz. “You were mean. Now I need to talk to Godfrey. He’ll know the answers, he always know. Where is he?”

“Just behind you. I’m always behind you.”

“Don’t say that, it can be misinterpreted. Anyway, can you answer the question?”

“She kept the email with the e-receipt in her trash can. You know, it’s an internet thing. Like the writing workshop you asked me to help you organise.”

“Oh! I totally forgot about that.”

“You have 57 inscriptions. The chat session starts in 5, no 7 minutes. Should I be worried?”

“No you shouldn’t. Just do the typing for me please. You type faster than me, I’m still doing it with one finger, well two actually, now I can use both hands.”

“Okay, you’ll speak to me as if you were speaking to them and I shall write down your words faithfully.”

“You can do the speaking too, dear. Godfrey, you’ve known me for so long, you know better than me what I’m going to say.”

Liz looked at Finnley’s blue hands and turned back to Godfrey. “Oh, and before you do that, prepare some cucumbers slice, I need a power nap.”