One, large and buxom with a headscarf knotted tightly under a row of double chins, stood with her arms resting on her hips, where they had ample accommodation. “Would you take one look at that window,” she demanded of her companion. “Isn’t it a pure disgrace?”“It is indeed...
Nora had never thought that she would look forward to going to school, but home was so strange that she wanted to be where things might be the same as they had been before the accident. Everybody called it “the accident” or “the terrible accident”, and it was easier to say that than to say “the d...
Her kitchen was small, and she had painted it a rich yellow to brighten up the quarry-tiled floor. She took a tea towel from a little press beside the Aga and covered the potatoes. They had burst their creamy jackets, and their floury insides smiled out at her. Jack grew great potatoes. She could...