Memories of the love of my life
There are places I'll remember All my life, though some have changed
RYE, England, 1987 -- Snow leaned toward me across the tiny table. Her whisper was barely more audible than a breath.
"My mother," she said, "taught me that no one should ever hear my knife and fork touching my plate. But this place is so quiet, I can't help it."
In those days, the richer the British, the quieter they were. So in the Mermaid, a 15th-century inn in East Sussex, ...
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