He paused.
“I know that voice. What are you planning?”
“Nothing dangerous,” I replied. “Just a delivery.”
Clarissa had been talking about that luncheon for weeks.
She was hosting several women from her social circle and wanted everything to appear elegant and perfect.
I ordered inexpensive takeout from a small roadside diner.
The burgers were wrapped in thin paper. The fries arrived in grease-stained containers. The presentation was the opposite of luxury.
Then I placed everything inside a beautiful white catering box tied with a gold ribbon.
From the outside, it looked like a delivery from an exclusive restaurant.
Beneath the food, I added a folder.
On the cover, I printed:
Freeloader Invoice
Inside, I listed every family meal I could remember.
Thanksgiving Dinner
Three servings of turkey.
Several side dishes.
Four slices of pie.
Two containers of leftovers.
Estimated value: $186.
