We attend RF's dad's funeral. When we arrive, the monks had finished their prayers and one of them is giving a sermon. We sit on the carpet and listen from the rear of the gathering. RF turns around and catches sight of us, she comes over to sit with us. She is tired but seem relieved, and pleased to see us - we chat although we are often interrupted by folks who come to introduce themselves to her. The poor thing cannot recall many of them - friends of her late mother, distant relatives, dad's colleagues. We leave as the coffin was getting ready to depart for the crematorium.
Today is still a public holiday so I go to the club, sit myself in the dining room next to the pool and draw for a few hours before squash. I see Louis and Louise in an adjacent table poring over something - these two have a common bond, they are good friends enjoying each others company and simple things in life; a meal, a long table with books and papers for reading and writing.
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