Mila refuses it on the quay in front of the hall and the harbour starts silting in the spring and by the third year the boats are sitting on mud.
Nobody thanks her. Nobody blames her to her face. The town gets quieter in the way a town does when it is doing arithmetic about a person.
MalfoidYou have cost four hundred people their harbour to keep one night that you were going to forget anyway.
MilaYes. And every October from now on there is a drum in a hall with nobody's name in it, and that is the only thing I have ever been able to give this town.