- Posted on: 3 February, 2021
- 19 Years Old
- Jean Rhys
- #19 #1934 #Anna Morgan #Female #Novel #Voyage in the Dark
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Anna Morgan 19
Sunday was the worst day, because he was never in London and there wasn’t any hope that he would send for me. That year my birthday was on a Sunday. The seventh of January. I was nineteen. The night before he sent me roses and said in his letter: ‘Nineteen is a great age. How old do you think I am? Never mind. Tottering, I expect you would say if you knew.’ And he said that he wanted me to meet his cousin Vincent at dinner on Monday, and that he’d thought of a present I’d like. ‘I think I’ll tell you about that.’
There had been a card from Maudie: ‘Coming to see you Sunday afternoon Cheerio. Maudie.’
I lay in bed pretty late because there wasn’t anything else to do. When I got up I went out for a walk. It’s funny how parts of London are as empty as if they were dead. There was no sun, but there was a glare on everything like a brass band playing.
In the afternoon it began to rain.
