Margo always liked to be insanely organized when it came to enjoyment. Especially other people’s enjoyment- there was always so much at stake.
“Now, here’s the itinerary, girls:
12.03 Arrive at picnic venue.
12.05 Scout picnic venue in groups of three for suitable spot….”
Judith smiled. Experience had taught her that at one of Margo’s picnics it was best just to nod a lot. And that the day would run generally more along the lines of:
“12:10 Lay picnic blanket on ant’s nest.
12.11 Jump up and move blanket two yards to the right.
12.12 All sit. Lay out baked goods.
12.13 Heavens open. Everything soaking wet.”
But this time she’d come prepared. She’d brought an umbrella- and a hipflask of gin that would make everything infinitely more bearable…