The Señores de Roca had already arrived by the time Dorcas and Carlos stepped down into the hall. Dorcas was barely aware of the grey-haired caballero and his comely spouse. This, even though her eyes had to skip past them to reach Isabel who was being warmly greeted by Rose Ruiz. All her impatie...
She seemed to need her energy to crawl upstairs. The staircase twisted up to a half-landing with a window on one side and a bedroom leading off. It wasn’t very large, but as she sorted out clean sheets which smelt of the sunshine they had been dried in, she thought David would be comfortable here...
A whirlwind in a high-necked blouse of Spanish lace and a black velvet skirt over a froth of red-frilled petticoats, rushed to slip pretty, lace-trimmed arms round Felipe’s neck and pull his lean cheek down upon her gently contoured one. “Aren’t I a lucky girl!” she exclai...
Now she’d got it back, things must start coming right again. She’d loved it, and examined it, and run her fingers through its abundance of coarse, orange hair. And then put it away, where it belonged, yet still keeping her fingers pressed against the slight bulge in her dress pocket. ‘I see you h...