
Suzanneβs 6:30pm







βIt tastes of fruit, of π es. Drink it, Miranda, and you will be happier still.”
Miranda took the gilt cup. She sniffed at it.
“Yes. Yes, it does smell of π es. Oh look, there’s the sun. Really red gold looking as though it was lying on the edge of the world.β
















Peach rating ππ for the book but πππππ for the evening.