“Pop!” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the storm door spring open. Oscar poked his head out. “Taking the new name for a test drive?” “Drove it. Happy with it. Old news,” she said, never taking her eyes from the tree line. She felt his eyes shift to the tree line, too. “Oh,” was all he said. “Is there a party you forgot to mention?” He sidled up alongside her and whispered, “I may have asked Beckett to tell a few friends about you. Didn’t expect this kind of turnout.”
