'Tarting up again, showing all the cheap finery. Think we're going to fall for it. Every year it happens. I don't know.'
Kay put the Woman's Concerns to one side and picked up the Evening Echo. 'See, these people know not to gild the lily.' She smiled approvingly. 'No frills needed because the winter will always bring its own joys for them to report. The deeper we get into it, the more the excitement mounts. The thwack of the Evening Echo on the doormat, love, and I'm straight out there and turning to the classifieds, to see which of my friends gave up the fight with the season's vagaries and died in the night.' She chucked me under the chin. 'Tidy!'
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