NINETEEN
THE GOSSIP COLUMNIST
Cecelia, with her customary air of composure and confidence in anything she faced or tackled, duly obliged Mercy in the removal of the splinter, providing complementary soothing. Mercy, smiling her appreciation and amusement at the manifest carnal noises emanating from below the bathroom floorboards, suggested, as she secured Cecelia’s hand, that perhaps they should join the others and, with Cecelia in tow, immediately headed off to where she assumed the living room was, confident she would find it, eventually.
Upon entering, Cecelia and Mercy became aware their good humour and patent jolliness was not shared by Aedd, the professor or Dame Pimple, although the Dame was pleased to see Mercy and took in her colleague hockey player’s look of fascination, as sh
