“I know,” a feminine voice calls out. “We can lean against each other’s backs. That way we’ll support each other.”
“Let’s sit in a circle and tell stories,” Mrs. Tremearne says. “Miss Pigot, you know lots of stories. Tell us about today’s festival.”
I’ve never sat back-to-back before. It seems so personal, especially since Mr. Wilson is closest to me. Such proximity could be considered intimate. I see Mr. and Mrs. Thomson support each other. Of course, they’re married. Miss Barnham leans against Mrs. Tremearne. Mrs. Edwards and Mr. Douglas. I’m being silly. This is a party after all, and we’ve known each other for years. Mr. Wilson has a good back, a trustworthy back. Not that I know much about backs.
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