A group comprising the Mapp-Flints, Bartletts and Diva Plaistow standing strategically outside the shop of Mr Hopkins, the fishmonger noted with interest the very pretty young woman in black day dress and house maid’s white apron and cap leaving “Mallards House” and click-clacking towards them in heels so lofty as to be rarely seen in sedate Tilling.
As De Vere crossed Porpoise Street, the elegant and very high, high-heeled court shoes for which she was known, made their first contact with the ancient cobbles for which the streets of Tilling were likewise known. The connection was neither comfortable nor lengthy and, in a split second, one pencil slim heel stuck between two venerable paviours and snapped completely off.
As the venerable tram clanked and puffed its way back to Tilling, it was passed in the opposite direction by a bright red fire engine, with bell clanging and helmeted firemen clinging on as it raced along.
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