Elizabeth sat in a tea shop near Paddington station, fretfully twirling a handkerchief between her fingers as she waited for Hetty. Each time the tea shop door opened, a brass bell tinkled, and she would look up hopefully only to be disappointed by the appearance of someone else. One minute before their agreed meeting time, Hetty strolled boldly in, wearing a striking red-and-black-plaid two-piece suit and black peep-toe mesh heels, a small red hat perched at a jaunty angle on her golden hair. She looked like she’d just stepped off a movie set and was ready for her publicity interviews.
“I was worried you wouldn’t show,” Elizabeth confessed as the other woman sat down.
At this, Hetty smiled. “Never fret. I’m here, aren’t I?” She then waved over a waitress to order tea and sandwiches. “I
