Mai Griffin
With a rather aloof smile, she murmured, “How do you
do, Mrs Rigby. Please come and sit down ...Edna will bring
in the coffee directly, and then we can talk without
interruption.”
Irma, tall and slimly built, was dressed neatly, not at all
flamboyantly – no flowing robes, bangles and beads,
Margaret noted with relief – in fact she had a rather staid
mien for a woman in her mid-forties. Gathering her calf-
length skirt over her knees as she sat and placing her
hands together primly on her lap, the young woman
spoke. “Please call me Irma, Madam. What a pleasant room
Margaret ignored the ‘Madam’ ... She had no inkling
then, that their association would last beyond that first
meeting. She didn’t know how much she would come to
rely on Irma, in every aspect of her life!
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