Time Waits. A Word Not Spoken
Jack and Maggie Visit a Holiday Lodge
I'd been late. The jury's still out on whether it was on purpose or not. "This is for you, Maggie," she said, sliding a bangle onto my wrist, "but I'm not sure late; naughty girls deserve pretty presents." A truly beautiful piece of two-coloured vintage gold, set with diamonds and rubies, adorned, yes, adorned, my slim wrist. I looked up from it with slightly sparkling eyes. "You should keep it on all the time unless clea...