No time for Al to sneak away as Maddy’s garden guest, Mr. Harris, arrived.
“Weeellll, what dooo we have heeere?” the thin gentleman asked as he handed Old Maddy his brown hat giving way to graying hairs streaming from his crinkled ears.
“Neighbor lad, poor thing, ma’s wit another of ‘er callers, if ya ken what I mean,” Maddy replied back in a whispered tone she thought only her and Mr. Harris would hear.
But Al heard, though he pretended not to as he poked at the cucumber sandwich in front of him as they smiled and nodded his way.
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