Jemima shook her head. “Well, you are welcome here.” She glanced at the door. “My man will be here soon.” She added a generous hunk of cheese and passed it over to me. “You look hungry.”I had not eaten bread or cheese for so long that I nibbled delicately before I took a bite. I was chewing mightily when the door opened.
I had not eaten bread or cheese for so long that I nibbled delicately before I took a bite. I was chewing mightily when the door opened.“Here’s my man now,” Jemima said.
“Here’s my man now,” Jemima said.Jemima’s man was about sixty, with hungry eyes. He was undoubtedly the tallest man I had ever seen, with hair that descended to his shoulders and a grey beard that he might have combed sometime, but not that day or that week.
Jemima’s man was about sixty, with hungry eye
