As the first licks of wind approach, the evening comes to an end. But there’s no rush. While coffee is hot and gossip is fresh, our ladies remain.
Soon, though, the winds pick up, and the night is called. My only remaining company is a wee dog, but when no midnight snacks are forthcoming, I’m left alone with the chairs. Eventually, I too leave them to their lonely vigil.
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