Charity groped for the phone, coming up with it at last and croaking "hello" in a voice that sounded exactly like a bullfrog's mating call. Which made a kind of twisted sense - last night she'd been hunting for a mate as well.
Elizabeth Jane HowardFor a single girl in London, luck isn't always a glass slipper that fits. Sometimes luck is a splash of mud from a passing bus.
Elizabeth Jane HowardI'm not particularly keen on pity. Pity takes something away from grief. People think they're sharing it, but really they're just taking some. I prefer to keep my grief intact.
Elizabeth Jane Howard