“Well, it is certainly not opera.”
“Oh please! ‘And yet’? Well, I’ve got one thing to say. This tea has been a disaster. And to say that you want this to be a gift??? This loud raucous is no gift!”
Mrs Longneck had said that last one. The ladies is all turned to her, aghast.
“Madame! How could you! The tea was right. The scones were just delicious and the hourglass is well positioned. How is this a disaster?” Young mademoiselle Skellwings admonished her. She was the youngest of the ladies but, in this instance, she had had enough. Turning to Madame Dino, still a little distressed with the situation, she smiled. “Go on. It’s our day. The opera will be here tomorrow. But your daughter’s jazz group will not. At least for us,” she looked around at the entire club. “Go on. Play. Let’s all dance and enjoy our tea. Or we can swing. There’s always a first for everything.”
“Slowly, Mademoiselle. I can’t take anymore of that fast-paced music any longer.”
“All right,” Marine declared. “We’ll play some folk and slow tunes. It’s quite possible with Cello and the Drums here.”
Everyone looked at Madame Longneck. She stared back hard, eyebrows raised. After what seemed an eternity of a staring match, she huffed, puffed, and sighed. “OH go ahead..”
And the cello picked up his bass, strung it up and began the music. Trumpets hummed, the drums clanged softly, and the trombone whistled. The ladies found surprisingly that cucumber sandwiches and tea were glorious with it all.
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Here ends the story of the ladies at tea. Sometimes or often, change is good. I’m glad I finished presenting you this little fiction. This month, we needed a good break. This past week brought sunshine, which, for once, might be able to inspire me. Next month, I have an analysis in store. Promise, this time it will get done.
If you missed the other parts start here.