Back at the bottom of the garden, under the shade of the trees, smouldering in late sun. She stopped and looked back towards the house. Almost deserted. A few waiters scurrying from table to table carrying plates and stacking bowls into huge wicker baskets....
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Back at the bottom of the garden, under the shade of the trees, smouldering in late sun. She stopped and looked back towards the house. Almost deserted. A few waiters scurrying from table to table carrying plates and stacking bowls into huge wicker baskets. Maria hurrying around collecting and checking cutlery. No one spoke. A complete stillness lay over the well-worn trodden grass. Marco collecting pots of flowers and rearranging them back in their original places. It was over. She took a deep breath and leaned back against a tree, arms hanging by her side. I’ll be okay in just a moment. All I need is a minute or two alone. Just let me be. And breathe. Probably all this heat and rushing around. And age. Let’s not forget your age, it had been mentioned so many times today already. Old age creeping up on you. But despite the heat I am still cold. A slight chill about myself. She pulled herself away from the tree and straightened her straw hat. Probably overdoing things again. You will n
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