The Green Years

Novel - Chapter 1 "Holding Mama's hand tightly, I came out of the dark arches of the railway station and into the bright streets of the strange town. I was inclined to trust Mama, whom, until today, I had never seen before and whose worn, troubled face with faded blue eyes bore no resemblance to my mother's face. But in spite of the bar of cream chcolate which she had got me from the automatic machine, she had so far failed to inspire me with affection."