C321 Mother and Daughter Flower

Anthea herself drove to pick me up. There was a girl in the car, in her twenties, who had been reporting to Anthea about business matters.

Anthea listened as she drove, nodding her head most of the time. Anthea didn't shy away from these business matters, but the truth was that I didn't understand them very well, and I wasn't the least bit interested in them.

After an hour or so of driving