20
THE MORAL ABYSS
“But I don’t see why,” Liza said. Her tone was flat. She was disappointed at being left out but was trying not to show it.
Mary threw her a glance in the mirror whilst continuing to apply dark powder beneath her eye. She never had mastered talking and painting her face simultaneously.
When she was satisfied, she lowered the brush. “’Cos that’s how Jake wants it.” She turned and faced her confused friend. “So just do it, eh?” she added.
Liza nodded. “Yer, of course I will. But what’s ‘e want you for?”
Mary stood up. Wrapped her favourite shawl around her shoulders. Smoothed her dress down her hips. Executed a full three hundred and sixty degree turn whilst analysing her appearance in the mirror. Then she moved to the door and turned the handle.
“Anyhow,” she said i
