Sublime

Edie pointed to the freaky, frondiferous doll.

Abruptly, and with unwelcome compassion for a woman he’d despised so cheerfully and for so long, he understood what loneliness had compelled Lorna to Bethesda’s door, and to all the church doors after it – recognised, in fact, her capacity to modify herself to please her company. Wasn’t he a different man to different men? It was among the least of

whir, diffusing the scent of citrus and strawberries through the musty, subterranean air, just as Sam had first called her name. “Sadie

‘All I’m saying is, who’s going to remember it now, really? Or care? Nobody, Astrid. That’s who.’ ‘But a young woman died!’ Astrid cried. ‘Sally Morgan died!’ ‘She was famous at the time, I grant you, but no one remembers her now, do they? Or you, for that matter.’