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Her eyes were set on her goal; the Killarney house. Her mission of sneaking into the homestead and leaving the note for Marcus somewhere where he'll find it and leave without being seen, would've been a whole lot easier if Killarney wasn't so damned big.
"I mean, seriously, Marcus is a sheep and cattle farmer," Grace thought, examining which way she could go about this, "what sheep and cattle farmer has twenty square metres of roses in his driveway?"
Deciding on the James Bond, secret agent-type technique, Grace hid behind the large Oak tree to the left of the drive. The Oak was surrounded by hydrangeas, or some other flower, which were making Grace's legs really itchy. Concentrating on scratching her legs so much, to relieve her sudden uncontrollable itch, Grace did not notice Marcus leave the work shed and enter the main house via the kitchen/dining room door. Grace running from one Oak tree to the next would've been a very funny sight to an outsider. Grace had always wanted to be a secret agent. She imagined it would give you much more of a thrill than mustering cattle, sheering sheep and mucking out horse stables. But she never imagined that in her first James Bond experience she would be hobbling and pausing every few metres due to the fact that her legs were beginning to show little red spots and were crazily itchy.
Finally Grace reached the house, with only a single graze on her right elbow, and snuck into the homestead, stumbling on the steps and knocking over a pot plant; not as graceful and silent as she'd have hoped.
"No one is here, so it doesn't matter if I make a bit of noi-", Grace was thinking before her thoughts were interrupted.
"Grace?" Marcus asked, his mouth full of muffin, when he walked into his kitchen and saw Grace standing at his sink. "What are you doing in my kitchen?"
"Crap!" Grace thought. "I was, umm, borrowing some sugar."
"Sugar? Why do you need sugar?" Marcus asked, really confused, but pleased that Grace was at least talking to him.
"Moira. Moira is making a cake and we have no sugar," Grace babbled, secretly taking her note out of her back pocket and slipping it into the cutlery drawer. "Well, I best be going-"
"I thought you needed sugar?" Marcus pointed out as Grace began to leave the kitchen empty-handed.
"You're out. Bye."
Marcus stood frozen looking at his kitchen doorway for at least a minute after Grace had left. Searching through his cupboards, Marcus found his sugar container, which was full to the brim, and could tell that no way in hell had Grace actually found his sugar container. Turning around, Marcus noticed a corner of yellow paper sticking out of one of his drawers. Opening the drawer, he unfolded the small piece of paper and read:
I think Rocky is in need of a visit. Grace.
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