A. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. ‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. When she spoke, her lips twitched. But then the features changed. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me.
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