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“Well, someone is gonna need to tell us this story!” Chris laughed.
Just as Marge was about to tell the story of her Australian incidents, Fiona returned with the wine. We thanked her and took our glasses, then Marge went into detail about how she’d ended up with a black eye and a missing tooth. The couples listened intently, laughing hysterically at our tales of this trip, and our past ones. By the time we finished our dinner, we had made four new friends.
“We hope you all enjoy your first evening in the castle tonight,” Fiona said as we all started back toward our rooms. “Breakfast is served at eight o’clock right back here, and you’ll be delighted to see the traditional fare we have to offer. If you need anything, Finley and I are only a phone call away night or day. Thank you for joining us!”
We all thanked her, then the Widows and I all started our walk back to bed.
“I’m so full.” Marge rubbed her belly. “I definitely ate enough to add to my full figure and be more desirable in the old days. But damn, these lacings are the pits! I want my elastic waistband pants back.”
“No one should ever wear elastic waistband pants.” Alice rolled her eyes.
Marge shrugged. “I like ‘em.”
“I’m pretty uncomfortable too,” Sylvie agreed. “These dresses definitely don’t allow for post-dinner stomach stretching. I’m ready for my PJs and sleep.”
“I can’t believe we’ll be sleeping in a castle tonight.” I bubbled with excitement again, thinking about fulfilling my Wilder Widows wish. I was going to sleep in a castle in a bed fit for a queen.
“Good night, ladies!” Sarah called as she and David walked off toward a different wing with Chris and Mary.
“Good night!” we called back, giving them a wave before they disappeared around the corner together.
“What do you know. I told you I suspected they were swingers at dinner, and look at them now,” Alice whispered. “Heading to bed together.”
“Alice! Stop!” I waved a hand at her. “They aren’t swingers. Just two nice couples traveling together.”
“Mmmhmm,” she responded, her eyebrows inching up with the sound.
“They aren’t,” I pushed back. “They aren’t swingers.”
“I call ‘em like I see ‘em,” she said with a shrug. “I’m telling you ladies. Those are some serious swingers.”
“Yer bum’s oot the windae!” Marge spit out in a strange Scottish accent, and we all turned to look at her.
“Huh?” Sylvie asked.
“Scottish phrase,” Marge answered confidently. “Means you’re talking crazy, Alice.”
Alice tossed her hands in the air. “Oh great. Now she’s gonna start trying to talk Scottish and get us in trouble once again by botching it all up.”
“I learned a few phrases from Finley tonight.”
Sylvie arched an eyebrow. “Just don’t go insulting someone saying the wrong thing.”
“I won’t.”
We all looked at her, tipping our heads.
“I won’t!” She raised her hands. “I’ll behave.”
“Good,” Sylvie said. “We don’t need a repeat of Mexico.”
“My Spanish wasn’t that bad,” Marge defended, and our looks returned to her, causing her to shrink. “Fine. I’ll keep it in check.”
“Good.” Alice started up the steps to our hall. “You’re American. Speak like it.”
Marge grumbled something under her breath, then we continued to our rooms, parting with tight hugs before bidding each other goodnight.
“See you ladies in the morning,” Sylvie said.
