Ruby Doyle watches her walk away. God love her, she hasn’t changed. She’s still captain of herself, you can see that; chin up, shoulders back, a level green-eyed gaze. You’ll look away before she does. She has done well for herself, with the voice and the clothes and the bearing of her. If it were not for that irresistible scowl and that unmistakable hair, would he have recognised her? But then, the heart always knows those long-ago loved, even when new liveries confuse the eye and new songs confound the ear.
