Carolyn rushed into Gull Cottage after a day of errands in town. Whenever she was out she was always eager to be home, but today Claymore had given her some very distressing news which increased her desire to be home tenfold. She flew into the parlor, dropping her purse on the couch, "Captain? Captain," she called.
He materialized almost immediately, "your servant, My Dear."
She relaxed at the sight of him; his very being took away any fears that inhabited her mind. "I ran into Claymore in town and he informed me that Mrs. Coburn is planning to invite me to her dinner party."
"Not that I wouldn't miss you for the evening," his thoughts wandered a bit, "of course I wouldn't really have to miss you, I could attend without Mrs. Coburn's knowledge."
She drew him back to the issue at hand, "you are missing the point. She intends to set me up with her unmarried brother."
"Is that all you have to say?"
"What do you intend to do about it?"
"Avoid and decline, of course."
"I think perhaps you should go."
Carolyn was shocked, "that's not the response I expected from you."
"No, perhaps not, but it would be a good way to keep up appearances."
"I have no interest in…appearance up keeping," Carolyn threw up her arms in exasperation and sank down on the couch, her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands.
Martha appeared at the door, "beg pardon on interrupting your argument."
Carolyn lifted her head and turned to Martha, "we are not arguing."
"If you say so," Martha answered, "dinner will be ready in five minutes. You might want to wrap this up before we call in the kids. And there is no reason to bother going to the dinner party, the poor guy doesn't stand a ghost of a chance."
"Ha, good one, Martha," the Captain smiled.
"Thank you, Captain," Martha acknowledged.
Carolyn put her hand to her temple and muttered, "great, I have a serious problem and I'm stuck with Rowan and Martin."