Dinner With The Hendersons, by Gordon Lawrie

We’d been anticipating the Hendersons’ dinner party for days.

“You’ll get the chance to enjoy your neighbours, the Walkers,” said Mary Henderson. We looked forward to meeting people from our quiet cul-de-sac.

That evening, Dan ushered us in. “Come! The Walkers are in the dining room.”

We’d expected two others, but Jane and I were the only guests. Our meal was heavily meat-based – a terrine, then a tasty pie. Eventually I said, “I’d understood our neighbours would be here?”

“They were,” Dan said. “On the table. The Davidsons are coming tomorrow.”

Jane and I shivered. We heard the lock turn.

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