As we traipsed across the parking lot for our Saturday-morning-after-Mass grocery run I noticed the nine of us were being watched. Three times I saw the attractive woman in impeccable business attire turn her head to glance back at us. Feeling just a bit roguish I shouted it out in a jolly playful way,
"SEVEN!"
And then we went on our merry way into the store enjoying a good laugh. Suddenly feeling sheepish I asked Jonathan, "Was that wicked?" "It was just a little mischievous," he replied. Whew.