For the tenants there was the small front garden. The back garden was for me and my creatures. I had created it from a hummocky, wild lot—built my apartment house so that the windows of tenants did not overlook me. Tenants’ wash-lines did have to roll, high out over my…
Three women could not be more different in temperament, likes, choice of friends than were the three Carr sisters. Each had her own house, interests, friends. Lizzie was a masseuse, Alice had a school, I was an artist. When I acquired Woo, Lizzie protested, Alice shrugged, I…
Woo was probably under two years old when I got her. Trim, alert, dainty, her actions were smart and quick, her coat shone with health—she kept her greeny-brown coat immaculate. Woo’s hazel eyes were set close together and shadowed by bushy brows growing on a prominent ridge…
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