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Saturday, May 19, 2018

Taking Mr Ravenswood

A short story from William Trevor's Last Stories:
Belonging to her time on the counters—before they moved her upstairs to Customer Care—Mr Ravenswood’s easy smile stirred in Rosanne’s memory, the paisley handkerchief tidily protruding from the top pocket of a softly checked jacket, the tweed hat on the counter for the duration of whatever transaction there was. Stylish in his manner, Mr Ravenswood was friendly in a way the other men who came to the counters never were, and always asked her how she was. The cheques he regularly lodged were dividends, unearned income from inherited means, and you could sense from his manner a faint disdain of money’s self–importance... Read more here

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