“Look at this,” I told Peony, alerting her to the beautiful new artwork for Intelligent People. “I’m re-launching the book to show off its brand new cover.”
“A new cover, you say?” she asked, failing to look at it at all, let alone admire it.
“Yes.”
“But are they all the same old words inside?”
“Yes.”
“All of them? Exactly the same?”
“Yes. They are.”
“Oh,” and she repeated “Oh” once more just in case I hadn’t caught the profound disappointment in it the first time.
The World of H. A. Ferdinand 
Bibi was a wonderful friend in our last days of Rise. Games of tennis, talking for hours in the summer, very daft parties at Philipa’s house, Then she and all disappeared.
Coming across your photo, I see you must be her. I live in Battersea with my husband and 2 children though I drive through Rise where my parents still live close by. Bibi I have a photo with your long blond plat, now your hair is shorter but your face is the same. Don’t worry, Im not mad or a stalker just glad to have at last found one of my old school friends. If you dont reply, its ok, life moves on and I have nice memories.
Kind regards,
Katherine Latus