The tea party I’ve only ever hosted for my dolls has turned into one I’ve hosted for ladies. We had conversations that stretched on for hours, pausing only for sips and nibbles. It was like being in a Jane Austen novel - or like starring in The Importance of Being Earnest - the way I indulged my Friday afternoon in flighty chatter and silly humour.
The following day was a contrast, however. I experienced quite a number of epiphanies and came to a few realisations, Alhamdulillah, in my discussion with Aida, my younger cousin. But I shall save these thoughts for another day, when I have more time to write.
D.
