Coming of Age the Fast Way
‘Yes, madam,’ she replied in a tone barely respectful.
‘Millicent, while you are waiting, read that.’
She turned the copy of she had been reading, on its head and pushed it across the table, scattering her breakfast crockery and nearly tipping the milk jug over. I rescued the milk and then studied the open pages for some time. I couldn’t concentrate. What was I supposed to be reading?
‘You’ve lost me. It’s mainly ads for high-class plant nurseries, horse tackle and nanny agencies.’
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