Now Father’s words perplex me as much as Mother’s, but he asked for rest as he felt tired and I obeyed his request. “Go to the dance and enjoy yourself,” he said. “You know of the dancing circle in the woods,” I said. “Know it?” Father laughed. “I believe your mother started it.” Lu, Nuff, and I at Nuff’s house to pretty ourselves. Lu’s father nearly forbade her to go out this evening, so angry was he at hearing about those royal boys bathing bare back. We have Tattlebug to thank for that. She heard Lu and me gigging about it when we met to share our noonday meal and then tattled the story to Lu’s brother Dunder when he came to deliver the goat cheese Nora had ordered. Dunder, doof that he is, told Lu’s father, embellishing the story a bit, saying that Lu and Nuff and I had joined the boys for a swim. Anyway . . . Nuff’s good mother went to Lu’s father to set the story straight, and finally he came to his senses. Good thing. Lu looks so very lovely tonight.
