Sarah brushed back a stray hair. “Elizabeth I’s map makers added hidden messages to her maps, like those Easter eggs programmers hide in computer games. I call it seventeenth-century leverage.”
I turned off the radio and popped my back up CD, Vivaldi’s “Four Seasons,” in the player. I sounded just like the birds singing the chirpy parts. “Do, do, dada, dada, do do.” I was a “tweetie.”
The fragrance of Easter lilies wafting on a fresh breeze and the sounds of birds engaged in spirited song greeted AJ and Quin to the canyon.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
“We’ll do it differently at Easter,” Mama said, deep in thought. She was probably planning the entire meal and thinking of hosting everyone here.
“Maybe by Easter I’ll have an answer for you.”