"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.