Chapter 12When Millicent landed in Sydney and reached the arrival’s lounge, she took her cell phone out of her capacious handbag to ring Herbert Parsimon. As expected, the flight had brought her to her destination quite early in the morning. She looked at her phone, shook her head and replaced it in her bag. She made her way to the baggage claim, retrieved her suitcase and headed out to catch a taxi.
Millicent Harsinai was a pleasant woman. In her mid-sixties, her ample figure was still attractive. Her salt and pepper hair, naturally curled, giving her the appearance of the classic beauty, enhanced her allure. Her face, yet unblemished from the usual signs of age, radiated freshness while her eyes reflected the intelligence and perspicacity she had put to good use in her writing of poetr
