"I’m heading to the office for a bit. Ivy, our secretary, is getting married, and since I’ll be passing by, I’ll drop off a gift for her," Daisy said as she tidied up and spoke to her husband.
Albert was polishing his fishing gear. “Sure, but aren’t you going to tell your son?”
“No need. I’m just stopping by to say a quick hello and drop off the gift. There’s no reason to make a big deal of it.”
She hesitated briefly in front of the cabinet where she kept her handbags. Since she was meeting an old friend later, she decided to go with a new bag—ostrich leather in a striking combination of dark red and tan.
When her car arrived at the Winfield building, Daisy instructed the driver, “I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.” After exchanging a few words with Ivy, she prepared to leave but h
