The Westport Whisper

Edition Seven is here. Westport has been busy this week. Two mothers were seen having a very purposeful coffee. A grandmother has named a baby who hasn’t arrived yet. And someone is keeping a secret held together entirely by cupcakes and sheer willpower.

ELLEN FULLER & ANNA THOMAS — A COFFEE THAT WESTPORT NEEDS TO KNOW ABOUT

It has come to this correspondent’s attention that Ellen Fuller and Anna Thomas were seen together at the Café by the River on Tuesday morning. Together. Just the two of them. With no children present to necessitate the meeting.

For those unfamiliar with the significance of this, Ellen Fuller is the sort of woman who stress-bakes four dozen cupcakes when the world gets difficult and considers a family dinner a contact sport. Anna Thomas arrives to everything immaculate, her blonde hair always up, her Waterford crystal never chipped. They are not, on the face of it, obvious coffee companions.

And yet there they were. A corner table. Leaning in. Ellen talking with her hands — which those who know her will recognise as a sign of considerable enthusiasm. Anna listening in that precise, focused way of hers, her coffee cup placed exactly in the centre of its saucer.

A nearby table caught fragments. The word “obvious” — Anna, with a small smile. The words “completely blind to it” — Ellen, throwing her hands up. And then, quite clearly, from both of them at once — “they just need a little push.”

What were they discussing? This correspondent does not need to speculate. What this correspondent does know is that they were there for the better part of an hour, they left together, and Ellen was seen doing what can only be described as a very satisfied walk back to her car.

Lizzie and Riley were, at the time, at the new house measuring walls. They know nothing about any of this. They are, this correspondent suspects, going to remain that way for some time yet.

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MOLLY & MATT — THE MATTER OF THE NAMES

Westport can now confirm what those close to Molly Fuller have suspected for some weeks — she is expecting twin girls. Matt, who has been observed standing very quietly in various shops across town doing sums he clearly doesn’t like the answer to, has been given a new and more pressing problem to focus on. The names.

The Fuller family, it should be noted, has opinions. Strong ones. They arrived at Sunday dinner with those opinions fully formed, loudly held, and entirely contradictory to everyone else’s.

Ellen wants something classic. She used the word timeless no fewer than four times and cried twice, which nobody was surprised by.

Danny arrived with a handwritten list. His suggestions leaned heavily toward the dramatic — names more commonly associated with international pop stars, soap opera villains, and at least one Kardashian. He presented them with complete sincerity and was genuinely baffled by the reception he received. He still maintains that Destiny-Rayne is a beautiful name and that Molly simply lacks vision.

And then there is Grandma Mabel. Who has made it known — clearly, repeatedly, and with the unshakeable confidence of a woman who considers this matter already settled — that one of those babies should be named Mabel. She did not present this as a suggestion. She presented it as a statement of fact, helped herself to another cupcake, and moved on to her next topic as if the discussion was closed.

It was not closed. Molly had thoughts. They were expressed at some volume. Mabel listened politely, nodded, and has not changed her position.

Matt, wisely, has said nothing. The babies, for their part, are doing beautifully and have no idea of the chaos being conducted on their behalf.

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CHLOE — THE WORLD’S MOST ENTHUSIASTIC SECRET KEEPER

Chloe McDermott is keeping a secret. This is not, in itself, unusual. What is unusual is the visible effort it is costing her.

Those who know Chloe will understand that she is a warm, open, thoroughly good-hearted person who tells Isaac everything, and Isaac tells her everything, and between the two of them very little goes unshared. Which makes this week’s observations all the more remarkable.

She has been seen in town looking, as one source put it, like a person trying very hard to look like a person who has nothing exciting to report. She has changed the subject twice when Adam’s name came up. She bought Isaac a chocolate cupcake from Bartley’s on Thursday — his favourite — completely unprompted, which Isaac accepted with delight and no apparent suspicion whatsoever.

When Adam stopped by on Friday and found Chloe and Isaac having coffee, Chloe’s face did a thing that can only be described as barely-contained joy poorly disguised as a completely normal expression. Adam looked at her. She looked at Adam. A great deal was communicated between them without a single word being spoken.

Isaac topped up his coffee and asked if anyone wanted a biscuit.

Theo watched all of this from his blanket with the focused attention of a dog who knows something is happening and is reserving judgement until further information becomes available.

The Westport Whisper sees all, says most, and leaves just enough unsaid to keep you wondering.
Two mothers with a plan, a grandmother who has already named a baby, and a secret held together by cupcakes and sheer willpower.

Until next time — your faithful correspondent remains, as always, delightfully anonymous. 🕯️