Martin sighed, he’d unwittingly committed the ultimate folly, he’d gone and mixed business with pleasure and he was now was paying the price.
Hands in pockets he completed a fully rotation, acutely aware of her wide eyed gaze fixed on his back. Then it came to him. He’d rely on wit; he was a writer after all. Wit would win the day.
“It’s absolutely delightful dear. I will be happy to include this in my column.”
“Garden was a ramshackle delight, demonstrating you can succeed despite being unskilled.”
After it was published she wouldn’t return his calls.