The Rumor

by Elin Hilderbrand

There was an oval bed of tulips that would have made a Dutchman cry.

“I’ll point out, Grace, because I’m your best friend and it’s my job, that no good can come of this.”

Rain on Figawi weekend was a thousand times worse than sun on Figawi because the activities of beaching and drinking were replaced by drinking and drinking.

Lunch at the Galley was fun and special, despite Grace announcing every five minutes how fun and special it was.

“Why don’t my clients ever call me before they break the law?

Despite the fact that she was one, she did not understand teenagers.