I was considering all of this when, as if reading my mind, Barbara said, “We should schedule a play date!”
“You mean like take them for a ride to Julian or something? That sounds lovely. It would be their first road trip,” I said.
“Or,” said my new friend and fellow Mini mother, “the four of us can go have dinner or wine, like normal people.”
“I’m about as normal as I want to be,” I said, and handed her my card. “Please, email me.” I thought it might be nice to learn something, anything about these people before setting off on a day trip. “I have an idea — why don’t the two of you come over to our place? You like wine and cheese?”
“We love it,” said Frazer, in a Scottish brogue I hadn’t picked up on when he’d first said hello.
“Great, then. Shoot me an email and we’ll set a date.” The guy standing next to my car waved a blue towel in the air. “That’s us,” I said. “Better go before she suffers separation anxiety.” When I reached my car, I turned and waved goodbye to our new friends, and, as we pulled away, I beeped bye-bye to Pepe.