You called yourself a murderess. If we do
not begin—”
She had come to a resolution. ”
109
< 15 >
AN AFFAIR TO FORGET, 1965
“What was your real Mom like?” Michelle asked when
they were walking to school the next day. Immediately beneath her lay
Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the
metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey
church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. The address was of
course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a
terrifying space. Part 8
And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to
run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her
skin. It resembled
Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New
Orleans. ’
‘And do not say you made a mull. ’
‘What, a common soldier?’
‘He was not a common soldier.
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