Such Sweet Sorrow [antikvár]

Chapter One 1939 'Well I never, if it isn't our Miss Wainwright! Sorry, I should have said Mrs Sheridan, of course. Good gracious, it must be all of two years since you popped into Gowns to say hello. And this will be your little girl; why, she must be seven or eight and this is the first time I've set eyes on her Libby, isn't it? She don't favour you, love. I suppose she must be like her da though I can't see no resemblance meself. Christmas shopping, are you?' Libby, who had been carefully licking the pink sugar off an iced bun and watching through Lewis's window the snowflakes whirling down from the threatening grey sky, jumped at the strident voice and turned to stare at the speaker. It was a tall, heavily built woman, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and she was beaming at Marianne Sheridan as though they were old friends, though Libby was sure she had never set eyes on the woman before. However, being a well brought up child, she would have greeted her politely had the woman so much as glanced in her direction, but the stranger's attention was focused upon Marianne, the small brown eyes in the heavy face flicking over Libby's mother as though searching for something. 1