Chapter ThreeThe Look’s the Thing
Before we get to the beginnings leading to the heart of this story that is part fiction and part fact, allow me to describe myself that you may have a visual picture of your writer.
An image to accompany her words and save her the effort of further description while thrusting upon you an unwanted diversion from a read that – I pray – both engrosses and fascinates.
I’ve been told I have a sensuous face.
Full lips bordering on the over-plump offset a nose that is somewhat long and thin, with a curve intruding into the mix, and lend me a disapproving air.
Petulant too, I confess
Piercing blue eyes, “as cold as unmined gems”, I am told also, can be somewhat “disconcerting”.
During my childhood, by a South London Common that has since been gentrified – t
