Today, my co-worker in the next cubical, told me she'd invited another co-worker, Cory, for Thanksgiving.
"Her kids are going over to their dad's house, so she would have been alone. All her family is in another state," Ronnie said.
"So is she going?" I asked.
"Yes, she accepted." Ronnie confirmed.
"I'm glad," I said. "She is so sweet."
From across the room, Lynn's soft voice floated over the tops of the cubicals. "Who's sweet?"
"We don't want to say," I chirped, teasing Lynn. "We don't want to spread rumors."
"But I want to know. Who's sweet? Who are you talking about."
I snorted. "We don't want to say. What if we're wrong?"
A moment followed when only the click of keyboards could be heard. "I still want to know who you were talking about," Lynn said from across the room.
I grinned. "We were talking about you, Lynn. You are sweet."
Silence followed for a couple of computer beeps. "Huhn," Lynn said. "And I thought you were talking about Cory."
Good thing we hadn't been discussing government secrets. They have cubicals there, too, don't they?
Note: Names changed to protect the guilty.