courters

The same is true of the other supporting humans in this unselfconsciously colorblind “Carousel,” as vibrant a team of courters and sparkers as you could wish for.

At the end there was a letter written to me: We are the Courters.

The Hudsons also had dogs, which I preferred to the Courters’ five cats; but it was the Courters’ home that won me over.

I went to my room so I could continue reading the letter from the Courters in private.

I disliked being hugged and had been relieved that the Courters in New Hampshire hadn’t been touchy-feely, but when Shirley reached out, I didn’t want to seem impolite.