You look wonderfully well.” “Yes, indeed, you do look in splendid form, my dear. It’s so grand to see you again.” The Honorable Lucy Dawson blinked behind her glasses, touched by the warmth of the welcome. Over a year had passed since she’d last seen her friends of the Ladies’ Sewing Circle, and it seemed that they’d missed her, even though she’d always thought herself a dull fish in their company. On an impulse, she threw her arms around Sofia Chamfleur and received a loving hug in return. “I am well. I’m very well.” Interest sharpened in the circle of smiling faces as she took her seat. These ladies were as acute as ever, and they noticed everything. “And I’ve missed you all,” she added, telling the perfect truth. And I’ve finally got a racy story to tell you all, she thought as Sofia led her to the place of honor. One I swear will make your eyebrows soar. After the flutter of greetings, all the ladies took their seats, settled down and drank tea and ate cake as was their custom.
