Life was funny.
One day you are alone, the next you are with others. Sometimes you are left lonely, but other times you find a friend. She hoped Jane would be a good friend - Willoughby needed only make the effort to visit. She dips her head and lets the others depart, finding words to be trifle right now. They were busy folks.
When at last both mares had left the vicinity, Willoughby continued to look at the sea shells. Despite approaching Jane about them, they hadn't done a lot of looking. She didn't mind this though. They had a lovely chat that the maiden wouldn't trade for anything. Not even a shiny pink shell with a spiral design.
“she speaks”
if you don't want to see me dancing with somebody new
EXIT
