Samara Natanus

She stood quite tall and slim, her short grey hair neat and styled with old fashioned rollers, the kind women used to sleep in. Her face was made up of discrete makeup except for her lips that were cherry red. If she were any paler her mouth would be garish, but against her sun-kissed skin it looked right? When she extended her hand to shake Selli’s she saw the soil beneath her fingernails. A gardener Selli thought. Then she noticed her neck scarf, patterned with small roses and Selli would bet her life that the old woman had the best front garden on her street.