"Speaking of Irving, these works by Berlin never fail to sooth the soul," said Faith.

"Quite," Evelyn said at that.

They all listened on, savoring the composition as it resonated around the lounge.

They let the songs take them away.

Before anyone knew it, it was time to head to the Hamptons.

They felt excited as they made their way over.

The ride over was quite pleasant, and they passed the time in various ways.

(How much time do you have left right now? Also, will you be on Sunday or not?)

When they arrived at the estate, they were all excited.

(Another half-hour, I'd say. Sunday is not an option, but I'm available tomorrow afternoon, if you're interested. Otherwise, Monday afternoon is our next option.)

"It certainly is beautiful," Margaret commented.

(Tomorrow isn't going to work, ironically. What happens after Monday, regardless of whether we write that day or not? Is it then back to the usual schedule, more or less? Or it going to be like this for a while longer?)

They nodded and got out at once.