When I was little

When I was little I knew my father had been an orphan and had lived in an orphanage. I was curious, but my father wouldn’t satisfy my curiosity. He told only one story about the orphanage, and that was of sneaking out and buying candy, which he sold to other orphans. He said he had … Read more

I mean to say,

I mean to say, really, I am near to developing a neurosis – is there anyone around who doesn’t want to study or kill me? Floote raised a tentative hand. Ah, yes, thank you, Floote. There is also Mrs Tunstell, madam, he offered hopefully, is if Ivy were some kind of consolation prize. I notice … Read more