Reply To: The Precious Life and Rambles of Liz Tattler

“Oh yes, big boots. Very large foot size that Finnley,” murmered Godfrey distractedly.

“Are you listening to me, Godfrey? This is my thread and I demand that you listen to me no matter how much I prattle on incessantly about nothing of any importance. That is precisely what this thread is for.”

But Godfrey did not reply. He sat staring gloomily into the distance. Truth was, he couldn’t get Dido out of his mind; he had wanted to be the one to rescue her from her concrete prison and he would have if it had not been for that damned Roberto. Or was it Roberta?

But once again I fell short, he thought disconsolately.