Lillian Quinn pressed her lips together into an unpleasantly thin line and smoothed down her already crease-less green Laura Ashley print dress. She didn’t approve of the WI’s acceptance of a single mother just because she made excellent jam. She should be shunned. Morals were morals. She’d spoken out against this slut’s membership time and again. If only they’d listen!
The meeting was in progress… they were voting. The gavel banged on the old wooden table.
“Motion carried unanimously,” declared Mrs Frobisher. “Lillian Quinn, we regret that you have been expelled from the WI due to your unacceptably uncharitable views”.
The meeting was in progress… they were voting. The gavel banged on the old wooden table.
“Motion carried unanimously,” declared Mrs Frobisher. “Lillian Quinn, we regret that you have been expelled from the WI due to your unacceptably uncharitable views”.
