“Mirabelle? Mirabelle Bevan? Well, I’ll be blowed!” Mirabelle started, almost spilling her drink. It took her a moment to realize who the… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Mirabelle always ate her lunch on Brighton beach if the weather was in any way passable, but out of sheer principle she… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
“Lately Mirabelle had reflected wistfully if people even noticed her – a smartly dressed woman who came and went along the Promenade,… — Sara Sheridan Copy Share Image
