Words for Wednesday -- July 21

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In July we'll find the Words for Wednesday at Lissa's blog The Memory Tourist. For July 21th we were given these ten words:

Epistle
Welfare
Children
Spirit
Companions
Primroses
Sea
Walk
Faithful
Happiness

  I left Jon, Susan, and some other apprentices on their way to a cave, and I promised a continuation, but ... these words were just too peaceful for a monster in a cave story.
  Instead they were perfect for a start to a story from Birch Manor. The story of the last of the apprentices, Sarah Pedersen from Rødover, the one who was an early retiree and into anti-vaccination and conspiracy networks.
  And I once again used the words in the order they were given. The last two, Faithful and Happiness did not fit into the story. Maybe a part 2 will come.


"Have you seen the epistle Sarah wrote on Facebook yesterday," Knud asked Susan as the car turned into the larger road outside the small town near Birch Manor.
"No," Susan answered, still intent on the road. "Tell me about it, please."
"She's attacking the welfare system," Knud said, shaking his head. "In short she thinks that for every child a family has, a sum should be subtracted from their general welfare. So that couples having 5 children or more just have to work to earn a living."
"She is a mean spirit," Susan said. "I turn more and more convinced that we should not re-awaken her magical potential. But then I think of her children and change my mind. In short. I don't know what to do."
"The first thing to do is to meet her," Knud said. "We have to. And now we've found out that she and her companions hang out in the Pub each day around noon, this will be easy. You go shopping, I sit and spit into a cup of coffee or a cold beer if necessary," Knud's mouth contorted at the thought of Danish beer, even cold.
"And then I join you after some time," Susan continued, turning into the fast lane. "We'll have to find some sort of code. Not too elaborate. Do we know anything of her children?"
"She has two, as far as I have been able to find out," Knud said. "Friends in the administration is a good thing when looking for people like her. There once was a man, but he died, 15 years ago I think. Cancer or diabetes probably brought on by drinking and smoking excessively.  The children have both left Rødovre for Copenhagen proper, flown the nest, and at fairly young ages both of them."
"OK," Susan said. "If you ask me whether the primroses were too expensive, then we leave her alone. At least for now."
"And if I suggest that we go to the sea for a walk after lunch, then we should approach her," Knud added smiling slyly. "This sounds like one of her stories filled with conspirators and code words and spies with cloaks and daggers."

Susan parked the car some way from the Pub in Rødovre Centrum 
"I need to walk a bit to collect my wits," she said and Knud just nodded.

   ... to be continued

And I need your help. In Danish the standard spy is described as wearing "Beard and blue glasses". What's he wearing in English? I tried false beard and newspaper, but what would you normally say? And now - today November 24 2021, it hit me: Cloak and dagger!