Dane, Clemence

If she hadn't been sick for so long, it would have been worse. So it was - but there is no point in describing that dark time. Then I didn't know what to do. Of course, the boarding school stopped. I managed to learn to type on a typewriter, although my mother had very little to do; but I didn't know shorthand, and I couldn't find a job, and my money was melting away, and I was starting to be afraid. I was ready to idolize Anita when her letter arrived. She felt sorry for her mother and needed a secretary. If I could type, I could come. I remember how excited I was. I've always lived in such a tiny place, and we couldn't afford Mudie's. Going to London, meeting interesting people and living with a real writer seemed too good to be true. And it helped that Anita and her mother were related. When my mother was little, she lived with her great-aunt Searle. Somehow I felt better when I missed my mom more than usual. In the end, after all this anticipation, I only Развернуть