Barbara, Cherry and Denise have adopted the resigned expression that usually marks this stage of the evening. I should explain that the members of our group have different reading tastes and a book that is chosen by one seldom finds any favour with the rest. The usual practice, however, is to accept what’s been proposed as a fait accompli and to say nothing further. Which is why Freya’s intervention comes as a surprise.
The third Tuesday of the month: the book group meeting. Why do I go, Jack? Why do I go? I ask the question but — as with so many questions — I know I should not expect an answer. Jack was a practical man who had no time for fiction.
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