The dinner party was breaking up, as it did every
year before it all came together an hour or so later again.
But this was an end. Scattered clusters of
guests sat chatting with each other in different parts of the garden.
Ulf had overseen one group who wanted to try out the spa, and he was
coming back now.
Christina wanted his help preparing the barbecue
before climbing that small hill and enjoying the view while the
charcoal took heat.
The party as such would continue, but for all
practical purposes the Swedish traditional midsummer's party had come
to an end.
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