The Park, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Perhaps she would be left alone this time. Perhaps Ringo wouldn't decide to go Air Trekking in the park today. Still, Lucille kept listening for the sound of approaching Air Treks while sitting on a bench, reading a novel. This one had a very inconspicious cover, giving away nothing of its rather amorous content. It was the kind of novel Lucille preferred not to read to Cassandra.

She had also discovered that there was such a thing as a thermos, that worked quite well at keeping the tea hot enough to drink it outside. It wasn't quite as good as freshly brewed of course, but it would do.

[Open park!]