It was ten o’clock in the morning and the kitchen was full of standing smoke and the smell of the stuffed cabbages. ‘So you’re off to London?’ Emma’s mother said. Though she was not an old woman, probably not even fifty, she had the sour demeanour of someone disappointedly older. She looke…
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