“And, just suppose we were to entertain your little alternative…” Anthea finds her tongue.
“Hold on, Anthea!” Sara buts in.
“No, let’s hear her out.”
Anthea overrules her friend.
“Okay, Anthea.” I try hard not to look too smug.
“If I do it then obviously it has to be the slipper.
I think twelve whacks would be about right, don’t you?
After all, this is really quite a serious matter, and what’s the slipper to two hardy girls like you?”
“Twelve?” Anthea exclaims.
“That’s a bit strong, Clare.”
“No! No! No!”
Sara makes her feelings clear,
but Anthea is definitely thinking about it.