The One Where Tuesday All Finds Out

The ceiling of the Incomparable Gardens was pitch black but Sunday didn't put the lamp on in the reception room of his residence. The grandfather clock showed that it was nearly four o clock in the morning. There was soft knock at the door and Sunday crossed to open it.

"Good evening your ladyship." he said with a sly smile.

Saturday stepped over the threshold and kissed him tenderly in greeting.

"What kept you?" Sunday sighed and Saturday waved a hand irritably.

"Oh Dusk wouldn't shut up at the meeting, he kept going on and on about tiny little things! Then I had to wait for Wednesday to go to bed."

"Well, you're here now."

Sunday put an arm around her shoulders and they began to walk towards the stairs, but then a door opened and the light switch was thrown. Sunday quickly pushed Saturday away from himself until she was at a decent distance.

"Lady Saturday?" the Grower asked groggily, peering around his bedroom door at the newcomer.

"Hello Noon." Saturday said awkwardly. Grower yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" he asked with a frown.

"Uh, eight." Sunday lied, moving to stand in front of the clock and block it from Noon's view. Noon glanced at the high windows.

"But, it's dark." he said in confusion. Saturday thought quickly.

"Well, you always sleep until eleven silly! This is what eight looks like." she said kindly.

The Grower clearly wasn't functioning properly just yet because he seemed to struggle with this for a moment before simply accepting it.

"Oh, well then, good morning your grace. I suppose I'd better get washed up then, get an early start on things." he said distractedly, and he wandering into the adjoining bathroom.

Once he was gone Saturday sighed and rubbed her temples tenderly.

"I'm really getting tired of all this sneaking around!" she whispered. "It's too risky, someone is bound to find us out sooner or later!"

"I know it's frustrating." Sunday murmured. Then he perked up. "Tell you what, why don't we go away for the whole weekend? We'll have no interruptions and we won't have to hide! We could go to a nice hotel in Port Wednesday."

"All weekend?" Saturday mused. "Well that does sound nice…"

"Yes I could say I have a conference and you have a, um, sorcery thing."

"Ooo! I've always wanted to go to this seminar they have in the Lower House about Metaphysical Transfiguration!" Saturday said excitedly and Sunday patted her hand.

"That's great but you know you're not, right? Now let's go." he said, pulling her towards the stairs again.

"Wait, what about Noon?" Saturday hissed, nodding towards the bathroom.

Sunday raised an eyebrow and crossed towards the door. He opened it to reveal the Grower slumped in a chair, his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he snored softly.

"Not a problem." Sunday decided with a smirk.

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A week later…

"So how did your conference go?" Tuesday asked as he and Sunday walked through the rose garden.

Tuesday was carrying several boxes of gardening equipment Sunday had had specially made for his own personal use. The Grim didn't mind delivering them himself given that Sunday always paid handsomely if he was happy with the craftsmanship.

"Oh it was terrible, I fought with Sa-my colleagues." Sunday sighed irritably, bending down to snip a slightly withered leaf off his precious rose.

"Oh that's a shame, so the entire week end was a total bust?" Tuesday said sympathetically and Sunday shrugged.

"Not entirely, I saw my brother getting on a ship. He looked remarkably well for someone whose just been jilted."

At that moment the Reaper came hurrying up to them with a telephone trailing after him in mid-air.

"Sire, the hotel you stayed at is on the line, they say someone left an eyelash curler in your room." he said.

Sunday blushed beetroot red and Tuesday raised his eyebrows at his friend in surprise.

"Tell them to bugger off!" Sunday snarled and the Reaper nodded.

"As you wish sire." he said primly before walking off. Sunday didn't say anything for a moment and Tuesday waited patiently for an explanation.

"Well?" he prompted.

"Yes, that was mine." Sunday said lamely.

"Right…" Tuesday said slowly. "See I figured you hooked up with some pretty sailor girl and she left it there."

"Yes that would have made more sense." Sunday groaned, cursing himself.

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Saturday's Apartment

Later that day some of the Days gathered in Saturday's sitting room. Saturday, Wednesday and Friday were going out for a meal, and Tuesday and Sunday were simply relaxing.

"Oh! I have news!" Wednesday said suddenly as she came out of her room fixing her earing in place. "I might be having some luck on the job front."

"Oh good! What's the position? Secretary? Archivist? Record Maker?" Tuesday quizzed enthusiastically.

"Um…no." Wednesday said, blushing slightly. "Waitress, you know, at the Exclusive Tea Rooms? They said they'd get back to me so if the phone rings whilst we're gone, make sure you answer it alright?"

"Ah, that sounds…" Tuesday began but Saturday cut across him.

"Dreadful. Why in the House do you want to take a job like that? You're a Day for goodness sake! It's not even remotely related to what you were made for!"

"Well I have to do something!" Wednesday cried in exasperation. "I'm bored! And to do something nautical I'd have to move back to the Border Sea, which I'm still not prepared to do."

"Speaking of the Border Sea, did Saturday tell you she saw the Mariner at her convention?" Friday called from her position in the bathroom where she was applying lipstick.

Sunday stiffened and glanced quickly at Tuesday who frowned a little but then dismissed it and went back to gazing at Wednesday mournfully. She winced and looked over at Saturday.

"How was he? Did he look angry?" she asked worriedly.

"Actually he looked surprisingly well." Saturday muttered, rummaging through her make up bag. Then she gave up with a sigh. "Wednesday can I borrow your eyelash curler? I think I lost mine."

Tuesday's eyes went wide and his head snapped around first to stare at Saturday, and then at Sunday.

"Oh!" he cried, pointing from one to the other frantically as understanding dawned on him. "Oh! Oh oh oh!"

"Tuesday can I talk to you in private for a second?!" Sunday said loudly and he dragged Tuesday out of his chair and across the room.

Once they were outside in the corridor and the door was slammed shut behind them the pair wrestled as Sunday tried to stifle Tuesday's continued cries of 'oh!'. He succeeded in clapping a hand over his mouth and after a few moment of struggling Tuesday went quiet.

"Yes." Sunday sighed, taking his hand slowly away. "Yes. It's true."

"You?! And her?! You and her together?! You and her together in Port Wednesday?! How did this happen? When did this happen?" Tuesday demanded, his eyes popping.

"It happened in the Citadel."

"In the CITADEL!" Tuesday yelled and Sunday had to gag him again.

"Will you shut up?!" he hissed furiously. "We don't want everyone to know yet alright? My Mother isn't too impressed with Wednesday at the moment, and Saturday's in the dog house for some reason I cannot fathom, so you can't say anything do you understand? If the others find out then so will my Mother, you know how they love to gossip."

"Alright alright man, stop strangling me for Architect's sake." Tuesday snapped, breaking Sunday's grip on his arm and moving away, massaging his neck. "This is just unbelievable! We never thought, well you know what I mean."

"It isn't that ridiculous." Sunday protested. "At least I was man enough to do something about it. You're still moping around after your romantic interest."

"Hey, do you want me to keep this a secret or not?" Tuesday snarled, Sunday clearly having hit a nerve. The Lord Almighty of the Incomparable Gardens, crumpled.

"Alright I'm sorry, just please don't tell anyone!"