![]() ![]() ![]() Jenny had never known a father - indeed, things may well have been very different in her life if she had. ![]() ![]() She could not honestly say that she really knew a living soul in Oldham.Īlways a shy, withdrawn youngster, habitually preferring the company of a good book to that of her peers, Jenny’s developing character had been almost totally obliterated in childhood by a domineering, jealous mother who regarded her only child as nothing short of cheap labour, and cared not a jot for her offspring’s right to happiness. That fact had not changed in the last two years and Jenny was, predictably you may think, as alone now as she had been then. No matter though Jenny wasn’t particularly interested in her new environment anyway. That first blurred glimpse of Oldham was uninspiring she could have been standing in the centre of any of a dozen towns in the north of England. The sharp glare of low-angle winter sunshine reflecting off a dozen wet buildings hurt her eyes, and she could see little or nothing of her surroundings. She hadn’t grown up in that town, or even visited it as a child, and two years ago when she had first arrived there, she hadn’t known anyone at all.Īlighting wearily from the long distance coach, hitching her backpack over one shoulder, Jenny stood on the rain-damp pavement and gazed around. Jenny White was twenty three years old and lived in Oldham. ![]()
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