She said “do not talk”.
I was not surprised and a little miffed as I knew that. This was after all, a Silent Retreat.
Five minutes later we were leaning over the fence that defined the edge of the estate, talking to the farmer, the nearest neighbor.
We felt very naughty, confessed our offenses and promised to do better the whole of the next day.
It was a promise we kept.
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