*Bryant*
Dinner is a dreadfully dull affair. I wonder why I have never noticed before. The only noise is the occasional scraping of silver over china. I'm half tempted to suggest Fanny hire an orchestra for my next visit.
I can hardly countenance that I miss the incessant chattering when I dined with Madelyn and Beth, although I know it’s the laughter that most pleases me. Madelyn releases it more frequently now. Sometimes it resembles the tinkling of crystal chandeliers caught in a slight breeze, and other times it sounds as though it rises from the well of her soul.
I hadn't expected to miss it so much when I decided to join Fanny for dinner this evening. I have been neglecting her, and the guilt has begun to gnaw at me. She hadn't asked for this intrusion on our plans for the mating
