Ira comes for tea and slowly reveals a life shaped by emotional surveillance. Loved, watched, and quietly evaluated by her parents, she lives under constant explanation. Through food, posture, and confession, she names the exhaustion of being known too well and finds nourishment not just in eating, but in finally being heard. Ira arrived five minutes early and apologized for it. The way people do when they are used to taking responsibility for time itself. She said it lightly, as if time itself had offended her. She wore a white A-line shirtdress, clean and careful, the kind that looks chosen for comfort but ends up signaling restraint. When she sat down, she folded herself into the chair unconsciously. One leg rested on the floor, the other tucked underneath her, knees visible. It was not a pose meant to be seen. It slipped out before her body remembered how to protect itself. I noticed the brief softness of it, the quiet vulnerability, before she settled and forgot. I was still...
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Mr Poirot was a much better detective i feel.
but never heard of perry Mason i guess.
Still, i like that Dr watson character in the holmes series.
jeremy brent
@tshhar
you're missing out on great stuff if you haven't read Perry Mason. Perry Mason is the _best_ detective in fiction.
(btw, the author of Perry Mason novels is Erle Stanley Gardner)
I've read and re-read all the stories and novels so many times.And something tells me I'd do it again.