29. Peace at Last
Gina stood up and beckoned us to follow her. She headed towards the cottage and climbed the stairs to the ballroom. A small two-seater couch appeared and Gina sat down.
“Come sit with me, Little Mother,” Gina said, patting the seat next to her.
Danny laughed and gave me a gentle push in Gina’s direction.
“Do you wish to attire me, Gina?” he asked.
I looked from Danny to Gina. Some exchange had taken place between them that I’d missed. Gina smiled. When I looked back to Danny I couldn’t help but laugh. She had chosen to dress him in tights, a billowy shirt with puffy sleeves and a short pink velvet waistcoat. He did look funny.
Danny was good-humoured about it and gave a flourish as he bowed.
“It’s not quite what I’d imagined flamenco dancers would wear, Gina,” he s
