The carpark of the little community hall was rather full, but they managed to fit a spot under a drooping tree to park, and Mary led them inside.
It was an audience of fifty or sixty, and Mary slipped past an old couple to lay claim to a pair of seats. With the house light still up, Mary leaned over to him and said, "the woman we're here to see is called Tabby, and all I know is that she's singing something."