I hope hell be back next time. I hope we didnt run him off. We could have been a bit nicer, I think.

“You’ve said very little,” we told him encouragingly. “Speak up!” But he was frowning. “I’m afraid the fog is getting worse. I really think I should go.” He took two almond crescents for the road. “How could I have let myself forget that most marriages end in divorce?” Sylvia asked. “You don’t learn that in Austen. She always has a wedding or two at the end.” Allegra, Prudie, and Bernadette appeared as she spoke carrying their coffee cups, napkins, plates. “Le monde est le livre des femmes,”Prudie offered.