A Visit From Libby
I sent a picture of me in school uniform to my friend Libby’s mobile. After receiving it she called me and said, “I want you dressed exactly like that when I come over on Friday afternoon.” Oliver, my husband, was going golfing over the weekend, and Libby was staying at ours, Friday to Sunday. I heard her car pull into our driveway, then the doorbell rang. Dressed exactly as she requested, I made my way downstairs and opened the front door. The expression on her face told me she liked what she was seeing, but, to my delighted surprise, she stood before me the very epitome of the strict school headmistress. Simply beautiful in a double-breasted suit solid dress, white with double pockets on either side and six gold buttons, she said that apart from …