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“Um… really?”

“Yeah, we’d love to get to know you better, Harrison. Isn’t that right, Cathy?”

Cathy twirled around from the kettle, with a large and very fake grin plastered on her face. “Absolutely!”

“Um… Okay then. See you at half twelve. I have sandwiches.”

“Great.” Lydia waited for Harrison to leave before letting out a little chuckle. “He’s got a crush.”

“Really, on who? How the hell did you find that out?”

“I found out the moment he checked your derriere out.”

Cathy grinned. “Well, you can hardly blame him.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

The morning slipped by in a blur of screaming children, lost tourists and Norris lurking around every corner. By the time Lydia sat down to eat her grilled chicken salad, she was dead on her feet. “Is it me or has today been completely nuts?”

“Bonkers,” Cathy answered, slipping into the chair opposite Lydia.

“Hi,” Harrison muttered a few seconds later.

“Take a seat, sweetie,” Cathy cooed. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Um, there’s two women outside with three kids looking for you, Lydia.”

The only women who would come to the museum with kids were Fe and Halle. “I’ll be right back.” Chewing as fast as she could, Lydia made her way out to the entrance hall.

“Aunty Lydia, look, I have a dinosaur pencil case!” Jack screamed, bouncing up and down.

“I’ve got a new rubber,” Joey blurted just as loud.

“Mummy bought me a sword,” Jenny chimed, her eyes sparkling with mischievous excitement.

“And I’ve got a headache,” Fe retorted, making Halle and Lydia chuckle.

“Give me a kiss.” Dropping to her knees, Lydia scooped her three niblings into her arms.

After a sufficient amount of time inhaling their soft smell, Lydia let them go. All three shot off in different directions. “They’ll be fine,” Fe said, not looking in the least concerned that her children were running wild. “We wanted to invite you to book club tonight. It’s a good one.”

“Hey, Halle.” Lydia leaned in and gave Halle a kiss on each cheek. “And no thanks. You know I don’t like your book club.”

“Fine, what about a drink, then?”

“Where?”

“Passion,” Halle interjected. “They’re having a ladies’ night.”

Lydia cocked her eyebrow. She could see what was going on here. Fe was meddling and using her best friend to help. “No, thanks.”

“Why not?” Fe tried to give her an intimidating mum stare. It failed.

“Because you’re trying to hook me up. I told you last night I’m done.”

“I promise I will do no such thing. Lyds, it’s like the law to go out and have a drink after a break-up.”

“Come on Lydia, I could do with a hand keeping this one in line,” Halle pleaded.