saturday in the park

“Three people responded,” Nona said breathlessly, touching each paper with reverence. “Three people, Pyrrha, three!”“Speaking in code today, are we?” Palamedes asked, pushing his glasses up with the back of his hand. He’d remembered to turn the burner off before the eggs got crispy. Nona was proud of him for that. “Responded to what?”“My dog walking ad!” Nona blurted, beaming. Her chest felt warm and fluttery and nice. “Pyrrha helped me put up posters, and I wrote our address and ‘if interested please send post to,’ because I haven’t got a phone, and three people want me to walk their dogs this afternoon! Oh, Camilla, can I go?”