Chapter 8: Chapter 8 Unspoken Rules

"Can I go out?" My hands paused and I slowly looked up to meet my wife's expectant face. She was leaning forward on my desk, awaiting my answer with a small smile.

"Out?" She nodded her head. "Why?" I put the pen down, raising a brow.

"Um..." She diverted her gaze to think about it. "Mary, my best friend is visiting. She's currently staying at an inn at the nearby town for a scoop."

"A scoop?" I repeated and once more, she nodded her head. "She works at the newspaper company and came over to find a story to help write about... Can I meet her?"

"To help her find something to write about?" She laughed at me, shaking her head. "She is my best friend. I simply want to sit and chat with her, possibly over a cup of tea," I leaned back on my chair with folded arms and stared at her.

"Why can she not come here?" I raised a brow.

"Well, she could... but-"

"Then it is decided. Invite your friend over for a cup of tea," I sat back up, picking my pen up with me to continue with my work.