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June 24 - June 26, 2024
But instead of discovering the children at work in prayer or singing hymns, he found them high up in a cherry tree. The plain fact of the matter was that children did not belong in trees, at least not when they ought to be in the hall awaiting their father’s return. Nor did vicars belong in trees at any time whatsoever. He might not have much experience with either, and thank God for it, but he knew trees were not the natural habitat of either class of person.
“No, I mean when the butcher’s boy steps out with the baker’s daughter. They have their own reasons.” His own smile faltered but he shored it up. “I daresay they do, and that it has something to do with sandwiches.”
Ben tipped over the edge into bliss and felt Dacre follow, and all he could think was that it had all been so easy, so right, and that it would have been a good deal simpler if that hadn’t been the case.
“The sort of friends who grope one another in boathouses and behind woodsheds? The sort of friends who imagine one another while bringing themselves off? Because I most definitely did that this afternoon.” Twice, in fact. And once the night before.