The three maintained a suitable silence.
"I'm tired."
Flossie Wright answered listlessly.
As a result, the group collectively remained silent.
It seemed—
This reason was indeed plausible.
However, they recalled seeing R endure a three-day and night ambush, thinking that last night R should have slept well enough, and so in this thought, the reason seemed inadequate.
But, the four did not pursue the inquiry further.
Everyone has some matters on their minds.
Especially women they cannot comprehend...
If it was the physiological period, that too was entirely understandable.
Thus, after a period of dispiritedness, they resumed their high spirits.
Flossie Wright watched all their actions from under the brim of her hat, occasionally a flicker of helplessness flashed in her eyes, but mostly she remained emotionless.
She indeed had worries.
She was pondering about Glenn Hutchinson.
For these three months, she had been busy with the Anonymous.
