MEETING MISS WINTER
f indulged youth…
And trated t of tion at the neck.
Someone ching me.
I kno an uncommon p ime it o me. Like t many solitary people, my senses are acutely attuned to to being to being spied upon. Noc only t, but akable sensation been tickling me? I t back over t minutes, trying to retrace t since to speak to to t moving a muscle, over ticed notried to remember.
then I realized.
I it even before I picked up the book.
Needing a moment to recover myself, I turned tinuing tense of reading.
‘You can’t fool me.“
Imperious, declamatory, magisterial.
to be done but turn and face her.
Vida inter’s appearance calculated for concealment. S queen, sorceress or goddess. iff figure rose regally out of a profusion of fat purple and red cusurquoise-and-green clot cloaked soften ty of copper o an elaborate confection of ts, curls and coils. ricately lined as a map, ick. In er of rubies, emeralds and ruck an incongruous note. unnerved me more t er, o develop t; I from beo my very soul.
I drerality, hid behind appearance.
For an instant I t I transparent,‘t s see straig shan I had.
‘Very ly, and o business. Your letter gives me to understand t you ions about the commission I am offering you.“
“ell, yes, t is—”
t registered terruption. “I could suggest increasing tipend and the final fee.”
I licked my lips, soug er’s dark saking in my flat broraig and navy cardigan. Sying smile