" customer behind. It was getting dark now and she’d forgotten how much colder England was than Italy. Shivering and hungry, she asked directions from person after person in the crowds swarming past. Eventually she found it. Carla stared with distaste at the dirty concrete building with peeling green paint on the door. Two girls came out, arm in arm, wearing tights with big, glaring holes in them. Over the tights were denim shorts. Smoothing down the neat cream linen jacket that Mamma had made specially for the trip, Carla went in. “I have booked a room,” she said politely "

― Jane Corry , My Husband's Wife