Aanya was standing in the archway, her hair pulled back, her phone already in her hand. She wore a green jacket that looked too thin for the morning and a pair of walking boots that were new, the leather still stiff at the ankle. She crossed the flagged path towards the bench and sat down on the grass beside Sian's feet, setting her phone on the stone between them as though it were a third member of the party who required its own seat. 'You're selling, ' Bronwen said. Not a question. 'I'm considering selling, ' Mrs. Endicott said. 'There is a difference, though I grant you it may not feel like much from where you're sitting.' 'What happens to the retreats?' Louisa asked. Her voice came out level and ordinary.
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