I stepped out onto my piazza and the weight of the air was suffocating. I hurried out my gate and down towards the Battery. I was already running late for tea with Ms. Davis, but I've not yet mastered getting from my house to hers without showing up windblown and perspiring. Perhaps the fall would change that for me.
I set off at a quick pace in her direction and hoped I wouldn't be winded when I arrived. She greeted me at the door and invited me in. There, in her parlor, were three other lovely women whom I had never seen. She introduced me to them: Ms. Pinkney, Ms. Gadsden, and Ms. Legare. Of course, I already knew who they were. They had been in all the papers when they came out to society last spring.
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