Marla inspects a lavender bush
potted on the patio.
I watch from the window in the shed.
Peggy is behind her in the kitchen, busy.
Marla mutters something.
Peggy shouts. What? What did you say?
When’s Mary coming? Marla shouts,
much louder than she needs to.
I need to get some bits in –
at least make up a few sandwiches.
She was like one of those skateboarders
last time she was here.
You’d give her a penny.
I smile, not completely understanding
Marla’s expressions,
knowing Peggy probably won’t either.
Marla rubs the lavender
between thumb and forefinger,
brings the scent to her nose.
She looks towards the shed.
I freeze.
Peggy steps outside.
Eggs, she announces,
guiding Marla away from the plant
without a hint of interest
in anything Marla has just said.
A wasp follows them into the house.