Chapter Seventy: Can I trust you?

"This is an unusual meeting place Elizabeth," remarked Angela as she traversed the verdant lea onto the log whereon Elizabeth sat. 

Angela had been summoned to one of the Greenfield farming plots were Elizabeth relied on the vast areas of plain land. She needed to say something important, and as a result knew best not to trust walls or forests, for even trees have ears.

"This is the only close place I could think of. I need secrecy and confidentiality in what I am about to say," Elizabeth answered.

Angela settled on the log and began gazing around. They were in a beautiful piece of land where knee-high grassy land was, with dandelions and wild flowers surrounding them. Several meters from where they sat were trees that ushered travelers into a semi dense forest. It was mid-morning and birds were again at their melodious escapades. The pair would be serenaded while they engaged in their talk which was going to be mainly conspiracy.