I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.


Stories and Early Novels (ed. 1995)


I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.

I sat down on the edge of a deep soft chair and looked at Mrs Regan. She was worth a stare. She was trouble.