“There! I believe that makes eight.” Joanna announces and steps back a pace,
Anthea eases herself up, puffs her cheeks out and rubs her bottom quite vigorously.
She looks around vaguely in my direction, but I swivel around and put my arm behind Sara’s back, pushing her forward.
“Okay, Sara,” I say.
“Let’s see you get yours.”
Sara is a bit more hesitant in taking her turn at the chair than Anthea was,
I still feel a little guidance is needed, though.
“Okay, Sara, you know the drill.
Get yourself over the back of the chair when you’re ready.”