Sunday, April 06, 2008

Gare Central, waiting for train 69

Caucasian woman, late 30s, shoulder length thin brown hair. Long brown puffy winter jacket with faux-fur trim, blue jeans, and brown hiking boots. She frequently looks over her shoulder for someone, her left leg shaking impatiently.

The Water's Lovely, Ruth Rendell (Seal Books)

About 1/3 in:

Of course she thought of Andrew. How was he! What did he feel! Nothing much, she hoped. Conventional feelings of pity only, pity and a certain amount of horror, but no grief.
As she kicked the bag forward with the inside of her foot, she felt this really was the worst part of their relationship, holding his place in line.

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