8-MELCHY
Juvenile pranks, indeed! Well, it was nice to know that the Captain was still a kid at heart. She just wished she could have found it out in a much nicer way. The very nerve of him!
At least she thought, a smile of smug satisfaction on her lips, she had bested his prank. Just wait until he got a taste of her medicine.
"You look like the cat who swallowed the canary," Martha remarked, laying the dishcloth over the freshly washed dishes. "Don't tell me you would stoop to childish pranks!"
"Oh surely not." The Captain reappeared, his eye still bearing the remains of his lipstick-booby-trapped telescope. "Not a dignified, sedate, upper crust Philadelphia author." And he threw Carolyn a bitter look.
The dignified, sedate, upper crust Philadelphia author assumed an innocent look, trying her best not to laugh. Crossing her arms in front of her, she shook her head.
"Not any more than a stuffy, overbearing, hard-nosed sea captain." And she gave him a once-over look.
"This is too much for me." Martha shook her head in bewilderment. "I will never figure those two out," she said, more to herself than to them. "Let me know when it's safe to come back into the kitchen."
"What the blazes is she talking about?" Captain Gregg inquired, a look of confusion on his face.
"Don't ask me." Carolyn shrugged. "I have things to do, so I'll say goodbye now."
"I just bet you do," he growled, leaving the room in a flash.
"Show off!" she yelled into the air. This was getting to be more interesting by the minute!