Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 111<br />
middle English. There he could not help, not having studied<br />
at a university, as her other lovers doubtless had. He kicked at<br />
an inoffensive wainscot. How dare it lurk there, being blessedly<br />
insensitive wood, while his heart was bleeding?<br />
His mother called out to him not to kick the furniture. He<br />
gave the wainscot another boot, careful to make less noise. It<br />
was no use complaining about Miss Fisher to Mama. Phryne<br />
had made a splendid impression on Mama, who had insisted<br />
on telling all the old stories about life in Paris when she <strong>and</strong><br />
Papa had been so poor. They weren’t poor now <strong>and</strong> Simon was<br />
desperately ashamed of those stories.<br />
Papa was visiting the shoe workshops, which he did at least<br />
once a week, to talk to the staff <strong>and</strong> the managers. But there was<br />
someone who always had time to listen to the sorrows of the young<br />
Simon. Someone who had always been the repository of all Simon’s<br />
secrets <strong>and</strong> had never told. Someone who shared his enthusiasms,<br />
though he would never publicly disagree with Papa.<br />
Simon stopped assaulting the skirtingboard <strong>and</strong> went to find<br />
Uncle Chaim.<br />
999<br />
Bert <strong>and</strong> Cec followed Matt Rosenbloom, the foreman, down<br />
the steps to the undercroft of the Eastern Market <strong>and</strong> into a<br />
wide, echoing space. It was harshly lit with strung electric bulbs,<br />
which augmented the obsolete gaslight but left pools of black<br />
shadow in between. The footing was treacherous <strong>and</strong> uneven,<br />
<strong>and</strong> the patched shadow <strong>and</strong> glare made it hard to see any pits or<br />
holes. It was full of boxes, bales <strong>and</strong> sacks <strong>and</strong> smelt of so many<br />
scents that Bert gave up trying to analyse them, deciding that<br />
the essence could be sold to the public as Eau de Trade.<br />
‘Tomorrow you can work in the main cellar,’ observed Mr.<br />
Rosenbloom, who had been told to employ these men for as<br />
long as they liked, <strong>and</strong> was constitutionally incurious. He was<br />
required to see that the shoeshop was supplied, that the boxes<br />
delivered to the market contained the correct boots in the<br />
correct sizes, <strong>and</strong> he wasn’t employed even to resent the way