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All Mildred can think when she sees Miss Pentangle lying on the ground with HB hovering over her is ‘why is Miss Hardbroom’s giving Miss Pentangle mouth to mouth?’
A thought that has her suddenly panicking because, “Miss Hardbroom’s giving Miss Pentangle CPR! We have to help!”
Her feet start moving, but there’s a firm grip on her forearm holding her in place.
She turns to the offending hand, following the line of the arm it's attached to until her eyes settle on Maud.
Maud shakes her head. “I don’t think she’s giving her CPR.” Maud pushes her glasses up her nose while Mildred frowns. “I think they’re just kissing.”
“Kissing?”
Mildred looks again. She takes in the picnic blanket and the small picnic; the rather secluded spot they’d chosen for themselves, and the way Miss Pentangle’s hands move upwards to pull Miss Hardbroom closer to her – which she wouldn’t do if she did, in fact, need immediate medical attention – until Mildred slowly comes to the conclusion that, yes, they are indeed kissing.
Mildred rocks on her feet, feeling a little foolish. “Right,” she nods and gives Maud a sparing glance. “Best we back away slowly so avoid detention?”
“Agreed.”