V. The power of officinal plants
I could never have imagined I was going to love our new life in Reading so much.
Sonning Common was a delicious residential neighbourhood, we could get to the centre in a few minutes. Alison was in our class and my parents’ cafeteria in Duke Street, next to the Oracle, the shopping centre, went immediately booming.
We were on our last but one year at secondary school, we were going to be fifteen in May.
My sister was absolutely the most courted girl in the school, and I didn’t mind that. She had left her absent-minded girlish look, she had become an intriguing and mysterious girl. That was probably the reason why she looked so charming, along with her blonde hair and her doe eyes. She didn’t talk much and she was often lost in her thoughts.
Alison and
