Chapter Twenty-FourStatus Quo Post Bedroom
The rain had stopped the next morning, and the sun had come out, but breakfast was something less than jolly. The sunlight was of a cold, pale variety that probed the dining-room surgically, resting with particular unkindness on Millie’s rather heavy make-up.
Millie had made a feeble stab at establishment of a status quo ante bedroom by remarking that she did declare, she’d had so many drinkies the night before she didn’t remember a thing after the sandwiches. Nobody believed her, but it provided her with a line on which to fight it out.
Sybil buttered toast with cool self-possession, as if she were at a table in a crowded restaurant with two strangers from a lower stratum. One passed them the marmalade but one didn’t become familiar.
As for T
