>I. Elvira Flake took a quiet stroll in the dark, rainy night. She ought to go to bed; it was late and she was in for another long day tomorrow. She needed to digest the official convention dinner plus she had several things to think through, and she preferred to do so before she crawled into her comfortable hotel bed. She was determined that she would make a decision before she returned home on Sunday: should she continue her well-paid, respectable life as the headmistress of Much Boredom Girls´ School in the vicinity of St Mary Neat, or should she plunge into her secret life here in London? Lots of pleasures and excitement, but absolutely no safety net.
As I intend to publish this story in an anthology soon, I have removed the online version.
Dorte Hummelshøj Jakobsen.