Chapter Five
First-Person: Shreya
The first time I clothed myself in Western fashion was a revelation to me.
Following on from having had the girls from the Temple visit and having an outwardly smiling and courteous, while inwardly seething Mr Michael Wilson serve them – the very next day, in fact; I had asked him to order me a taxi that it might take me into the shopping centre at Bromley, some three miles from my Chislehurst home.
He had given me a surprised look. Usually, I would have him drive me to either supermarket or the Temple – even the library, which had a surprising number of titles written in my own tongue and had been a real boon during my marriage to the aforementioned boor and bore of a husband; and still was, despite my discovery of the eBook and the greater choice the
