Meet Margaret

No no, Gaius isn't married at all, said The VeloDrone. Not as far as I know. Are you married at all, Margaret?

I'm a widow, said Margaret.

Oh, said The VeloDrone. Aha. Well, let us hurry along. It is getting near lunch time.

They retraced their steps past the Contemplation and up and around the cliff path back to the Exeloo at Marino Rocks.

Phew! said Le Bon David. That was taxing! I say, where is everyone?

They looked around, but the Field Geologists were nowhere to be seen.

What's the time? asked Margaret, looking at her watch. Oh it's twelve thirty. They'll have gone on to Hallett Cove, in the bus.

What! said Le Bon David. Why?

That was the plan, said Margaret. There's nowhere to sit here. We were going to have the picnic lunch on the grass at Hallett Cove. Never mind, we can walk.

No we can't, said Le Bon David. I've had enough.

We'll catch the train, then, said Margaret. The station is just up the road.

There's a train? said The VeloDrone. Does it go back to town?

NO! said Margaret. Well, it does, but we are not going back into town. Whatever are you thinking!

Nothing, said The VeloDrone. Alright, let's catch the train. Gaius owes us some of his chicken.

So he does, said Le Bon David. Two thirds of his chicken. I could just do with that. And icecream was mentioned.

And an introduction, said Margaret.

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They walked up the road to the station and waited for the train. Half an hour later they arrived at Hallett Cove to find Gaius and the Field Geologists sitting on the grass polishing off the last of the chickens.

They sat down next to Gaius.

Where have you been? asked Gaius, wiping chicken grease from his lips. You've missed all the fun.

Not all of it, said Le Bon David. Gaius, meet Margaret.

Gaius looked at Margaret.

Hello Margaret, he said.