When One Door Closes [antikvár]

Chapter One Mary bent her head against the wind and wrapped her edge to edge coat more closely round her síim body. It was more like winter than spring, and her feet moved faster as she thought of the hot cup of tea waiting for her at home. And with a bit of luck her mam might have scrounged enough coal together to have a fire lit. How she hated this two to ten shift. Life was all bed and work. It was pitch dark as Mary hurried along the maze of streets with their two-up-two-down houses, and her high heels tapping the paving stones were the only sound breaking the stillness. In rhythm with her feet her long blonde curls bounced up and down on her shoulders. A gust of wind blew strands of hair across her face and as Mary brushed it aside the strap of her gas mask feli from her shoulder. Blasted gas mask, she muttered, puliing it back. I wish me mam wouldn't make me take it everywhere with me. There were no Street lights burning, nor were there any chinks of light through the drawn curtains of the houses. But Mary knew these streets like the back of her hand and could have walked home from the bus stop blindfolded. It