VIGNETTE FIVE: Hettie and Uriel

Hettie was a foreigner. They’d thought it’d be different with her. English. Tall. Pale white skin. Salt-and-pepper hair scraped back into a tight ponytail. Furrowed brow. Jagged scar carved into thick left brow. Gray-blue sparky eyes. Intense stare. No makeup. Slender hoop earrings. Bulbous nose. Full lips. Pink T-shirt. Stubbornly trousered. Cowboy booted. No one could convince her to wear a skirt or heels. Still a student in her mid-forties. Everyone sucked up to her because they want to be in her book. Except Uriel. He’d had enough. Hettie didn’t seriously think that she could get away with being in