And I started that cheer. Me. In a room of fifty-five, on purpose, out loud, and it was the easiest thing I did all day, because it was not about me at all.
23:00 · night
Winky's front room
Sparkly, who has cheered for everybody else all day, finally says one out loud for Sparkly. Peeky starts that cheer.
2 fluffs tell this minute. None of them saw the same one.
It took me until about eleven o'clock, and then I said one — out loud, in that room, one true thing about Sparkly — and went red doing it, and it came out about a third as well as any of the fifty-four I had done off the gatepost.
And Peeky started the cheer. Peeky, who had needed two goes that afternoon to be heard at all, in a room of fifty-five, on purpose.
It was almost unbearable. I mean that quite literally: I nearly went and stood in the kitchen.