I confess that I have, over the years, come to the conclusion that some patrons, quite frankly, don’t take their responsibilities seriously. Indeed there are times when I feel that I have been taken advantage of and my good nature presumed upon. Again I wish to be discreet, so let us call the lady Madam Bee.
Madam Bee was a respectable widowed lady, not perhaps in the first flush of youth, but still young enough to have a daughter who was newly married. She maintained a small establishment in a perfectly respectable neighbourhood, but here again; I am forced by my own natural prudence to prevent the area to be identified too closely.
So it was that over the years I would organise occasional small informal gatherings for her so she could delight her friends and generally ensure that she was held in high esteem in the locality. Her daughter…
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