''You are thinking of London,'' I say.
She lifts her head. ''London, miss?''
I nod. ''What do ladies do there, at this hour in the day?''
''Ladies, miss?''
''Ladies, like me.''
She looks about her. Then, after a second: ''Make visits, miss?''§思§兔§在§線§閱§讀§
''Visits?''
''To other ladies?''
Ah.''
She does not know. She is making it up. I am sure she is making
it up! Even so, I think over her words and my heart beats suddenly
hard. Ladies, I said, like me. There are no ladies like me, however;
and for a second I have a clear and frightening picture of myself in
London, alon