Page 97 of Windlass

“Quickly. Holden wants us to gather on the deck for the itinerary.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Angie laughed as she waited for Stormy’s reply.

“Don’t act surprised.”

“There isn’t a binder is there?”

“It’s a folder actually,” said Stevie. When they both looked back at her, she shrugged. “Kidding. Maybe.”

Stevie was not kidding. A thin stack of elegant dark green folders lay on a round white table on the porch, which they discovered upon their descent to the first floor. Angie picked one up. Inside, two thick pieces of ivory paper nestled into the notched corners. The left contained the itinerary for the weekend, the right the meal menu. Angie skimmed it, seeing Stormy’s hand in the planning. They would certainly be eating well.

“Croquet?” Stevie, who had followed her out and taken a folder of her own, leaned in to point to the left. “She’s making us play rich people mini golf. She promised she—oh, whatever.”

Angie read the neat cursive script.

You are cordially invited to a weekend of festivities on Rabbit Island

Friday

Arrive and unwind with cocktails.

Dinner at 7:30

Fancy dress.

Saturday

Breakfast 8-9

Relaxation 9-12

Beach picnic lunch, weather permitting 12-3

Croquet on the green 3-5

Cocktails 5-7

Dinner 7:30

Fancy dress.

Karaoke following dinner.

Stargazing, weather permitting.

Sunday

Breakfast 8-9

Island walk 9-10:30

Rowing lessons and photos 11-12

Lunch 12-1

Tennis/Relaxation 1-4:30

Departure at 5pm

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