In the midst of all that drama, they had received the small nondescript missive from Pansy regarding this week’s event. He had let it sit on his kitchen counter. He had talked to Pansy about withdrawing from the club and whilst she was understanding, had not seemed all that surprised. She had suggested winding down the whole venture completely or perhaps turning it over to new owners. It seemed now that most of them were in relationships none of them were really interested in keeping it up. Even Daphne, still freely living the single life, had seemed to tire of it. Not that she had told him that. He smirked to himself.  She still couldn’t look him in the eye.