Chapter 5 Dianne Her name was Eliza. Eliza Darquisse Dumont. But everyone called her Dianne, and nobody knew why. Nobody, including Dianne, could remember why. She was a pretty young woman, Dianne. And, while she had many suiters, she had no intention of becoming anyone’s wife or anyone’s mother. Not if she could help it. Olive coloured skin dabbed here and there with soft freckles and high cheekbones and shimmering black hair with copper streaks that reflected the sunlight on clear days. Her eyes were ever so slightly almond shaped and the colour of almonds too, which led some to speculate that she might have Oriental blood in her. Oriental. That’s what they called it then. It was an obliquely musical and distant word for something that the people in that place could only understand within a very uncertain frame. There was only one Chinese family and their take out food place, some half remembered thoughts of Marco Polo or Genghis Khan or Bruce Lee. It raised he
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