Invitees
The cook pressed Mrs. Undercrypt gently about the guest list with a soft question: “Madam, who shall we have at All Hallows this year?” Gazing out of the window into the pressing dark, the lady of the house distractedly replied “I have no idea, really. Someone plump and delicious.” The cook waited for dry, teasing laughter that never came.
I’m so sorry, My Dear, but I am previously engaged, and so, regrettably, will not be able to attend. I’m off to an island retreat for fat people. Wish me luck! I hope that cough goes away.
Sincere regards,
S