“I named Wendy after my own name. Mine is Gale—you know, a type of breeze. So, I named her Wendy, a small phonic difference from the word ‘windy’!” explained Mrs. Green. Christina was having tea with the Greens at the latter’s residence in Acredale. The Greens consisted of Mrs. Gale Green, who was a lady with silver-brown hair and an intelligent-looking face, and her daughter, Miss Wendy Green, a seventeen-year-old girl with fair hair and an impish smile. Wendy was also a handicap—she was paralyzed waist downwards and was mentally, a child of five years. Christina was very fond of the girl. The Greens hardly had visitors for Acredale was a remote village with a sprinkling of a few houses, a coffee shop which also served as a bakery, a market, a post office, school and an old church. Hence, the mother and daughter were delighted to have the company of a new young guest at tea.
Miss Christina Desmond was a young lady of twenty-one years. She was a high-spirited one with bright blue eyes and golden hair. Tall, slim and tanned, she was the picture of health and vitality. She made quite a stir in the small village, when it was made public that a new person was moving into the Dove. A house agent in the neighbouring town, Louisville, had directed her to the house belonging to the Greens that was up for sale. Christina had taken an immediate liking to the Dove, an old-fashioned house with white-washed walls and a large garden. She did not even pause to bargain the price quoted. With the aid of Wilbert and Albert Walkers Company, the transaction was almost over. The Greens had even invited Miss Desmond over for tea to get to know their young house buyer. Presently they were engaged in light conversation while eating.
“So, tell me, why did you choose this part of the country, Miss Desmond?”
2006-12-07
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