Chapter 5
"Heartless. It is a word I love, in the past few days…"Leslie Price he sank deeper into his helmet that exhaled hot air with a subtle buzz.
Her face was pale, washed out, without any artifice and revealed a lady in her late thirties, undoubtedly pleasing, with the first signs of the time advancing carefully hidden by a light but structured make-up.
''Heartless. If George was 'careless' as you say, he wouldn't be like that towards me... detached" said the other lady in the chair next to him.
"I would be worried and investigate to find out the reason for ‘carelessness’" said a third with her head full of curlers wrapped in a perfumed cloth.
"Mrs. Cooper, please... don't move'' the girl who was fumbling around the chair cast a pleading look at the woman who was constantly movin
