![]() ![]() Soraya was disappointed that her mother didn’t accompany her on that social journey. Blanche had too little confidence in herself to embrace that social crowd, and eventually disappeared back into the hopelessness of the coven. Blanche blonded her hair then cried for hours that she had lost her pretty brown hair, and Soraya didn’t know how to comfort her. ![]() She tried to take Blanche under her wing, make her over, dress her up like her. She was always late, always chaotic, her car not starting, always laughing. They were cool.Įleanor’s mother was a cheery, pretty woman with mists of curly blonde hair, who had dinner parties and wore low-cut dresses with long slits up the side. They walked around the corridors naked at night in their spacious, modern, minimalist house stocked with high quality sound equipment and marvellous innovations such as bean bags to sit on and a microwave oven. She couldn’t really believe it was happening.Įleanor’s father was an important doctor, stocky and imposing with floppy blonde hair and her mother was, so far as Oxford went, a socialite. Soraya was besotted with her sweet-natured friend and her glamorous, sophisticated parents. ![]() Soraya stayed up late at night reading all Eleanor’s parents’ books about sex - Erica Jong, Henry Miller, Anais Nin, Jackie Collins - the Happy Hooker, the zipless fuck -it was a whole new, risqué world. Almost every week they were in each other’s houses, eating together, going to school together. Eleanor and Soraya started to have sleepovers. ![]()
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