RITA AND I were the last to arrive thanks to our little tête-à-tête in the garden so Cecelia was already mid-anecdote when we walked in. We slunk to a pair of empty chairs and were all set to listen quietly but Cecelia, true to form, had other ideas.
“Good morning ladies! I can see you are both quite well, no?” She looked at each of us in turn, as if wei…


