- Posted on: 29 March, 2021
- 20 Years Old
- Nina Bawden
- #1967 #20 #A Woman of My Age #Aunt Lilian #Elizabeth #Female #Novel
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Elizabeth 20
‘Of course, if you get married now,’ Aunt Lilian said, ‘you may not find it so easy to get into politics.’
‘You mean because Richard isn’t interested?’
Aunt Lilian hesitated. ‘Naturally, it would make a difference. He will want you at home, not always running about to meetings.’
‘One must look ahead.’ Aunt Kit stubbed out her cigarette. She smoked continuously, even when she gave music lessons: her broad pianist’s fingers and the white hairs of her moustache were stained a yellowy brown. ‘How would he feel, for example, if you became a member of Parliament?’
Since I was twenty years old and had had some success in college debating societies, this possibility did not strike me as remote. Nor did it seem so to my aunts. They were used to taking the young seriously, and they were right, I see now: everyone has to begin somewhere.
