I met this woman in a summer camp. She was about thirty-five, blue-eyed with thin features of her rather pretty face. She wore her fair hair short not because it became her but because she didn't care for hairstyles. She didn't even trouble to dye the greying strands of hair. Her usual outfit was a colourless T-shirt and old-fashioned baggy jeans.
Her name was Rita if my memory serves me right. She never got married and , indeed, she was so shy it was imposible to imagine her ruling the household






