And then the two Lizzies arrived. Older than middle-aged women who were dressed in their usual fashion. Lizzy wore jeans and camel boots, though this rather clashed with her “rock girl” top – leather jacket and red scarf, a woman who refuses to grow old. And she held a newspaper in her hand. The other, the calmer Lizzy, was smarter – black suit trousers and fold-out shirt collar. She clutched her red handbag. Their hair, the former brunette and the latter blond, was expensive and the various bodily affects proved their wealth. They had both returned from the theatre, when they had dared to see a woman cut herself out of her cloths. What a bold decision to have made.