My So-Called. A. Michael L.

bright head scarf and ruddy complexion. Her leggings were patterned, muddy at the knees from where she’d been kneeling in the flower beds, no doubt. Tig loved that she looked like her mum, that her red hair was a brighter version of her mother’s, whereas her sister’s dark hair echoed their dad. Helen James was a beautiful woman, who only seemed to become more herself as she aged.