Sublime

"Jones is still a good teacher. And not a bad person." Her eyes reminded me of lilies because of how the petals curled back, as though overripe, as though begging. "And I don't think I'm a bad person either, and neither is Laura."

I wondered if she sounded hopeful, or if she'd decided.

"And neither are you, Natalie."

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Lilla Cabot Perry,

Alice, like their grandmother, had a strong distaste for life’s inevitable gray areas.

Anne wore an old heather mixture tweed suit—it was a good suit, but old enough to have lost its lines and become baggy. With her chestnut brown hair, russet cheeks and heather mixture tweed she looked almost part of the landscape, an appropriate sturdy figure, strong and competent. When Colonel St Cyres saw her, he said, “Thank God.” He always did

Helene Wright was an impressive woman, at least in Medallion she was. Heavy hair in a bun, dark eyes arched in a perpetual query about other people’s manners. A woman who won all social battles with presence and a conviction of the legitimacy of her authority.

Elizabeth is going glassy-eyed with red wine, Ron is scratching at a West Ham tattoo on his neck, and Ibrahim is polishing an already-polished cufflink. The restaurant is filling up around them, and Donna is not the first visitor to Coopers Chase to think this wouldn’t be the worst place to live. She would kill for a glass of wine and an afternoon