Sally Newton and her husband Clive were from the same stock as the Thorpe’s. Financially comfortable, childless and outwardly happy to be so, they only took pleasure in their own happiness. Sally, tall, wide shouldered and with a confident brashness seemingly exclusive to those with more money than they needed (or sense), came from more
Faust and Luca III by InTheMindsEye
Clive and Marsha sat at the island while Sally busied herself with last minute faffing, setting the dining table then dusting the tops of the picture frames. The taxi to take them to the airport was due any minute and the suitcases waited in the hallway.“Don’t worry yourself with all that,” implored Marsha. “I promise