“Did you even think about it?” Grace asked. She was certain the answer would be “no”. When had Myriam ever really thought about anything? It was always spur of the moment with her, spontaneous. “I have to be true to myself” was the familiar excuse for not wanting to do anything that was originally Grace’s idea. Even this, which she was sure would be right up Myriam’s alley. So she was shocked when Myriam agreed.
“I would love to,” she smiled her famous European smile, and Grace instantly felt that she had never been so happy in her entire life.
“So where do we find these frogs?” Myriam asked, “and what will we use to cut their little heads off with?”