No.113: “Martha isn't it?”
No.36: “Look I'm
trying to buy some sweets!”
Stall holder: “Yeah,
but her weeks credit allowance is all used up. I've told her to come back
tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I can't
go a whole day without my sweets!”
No.113 “Smile” {click goes the camera}
No.113 “Smile” {click goes the camera}
“Got a sweet tooth
have you Martha?”
“Why do you keep
calling me that?”
“Because it's your
name, and no fault of your own that your mistress Mrs. Butterworth dumped you
here.”
“I gave that woman
the best years of my life!”
“Still gnaws does
it?”
“Look if you don't
mind........”
“At least your
previous profession has given you a purpose here.”
“You mean I work
as a maid! I tell you it gives me no great pleasure in having to make that
Number Six his nightcap.”
“You don't like
Number Six?”
“If my mistress
had not become involved with that man.......”
“You wouldn't be
here now, is that it?”
“Look, I can pay
you tomorrow.”
Stallholder: “What
for?”
“My bag of sweets!”
Stallholder: “I’ve
told you, come back tomorrow. Yes, what can I do for you?”
“A bag of candy
for the lady.”
No.113: “You're a
soft touch Number Six. “
“I feel sorry for
her, that's all. And these, a copy of the newspaper and a bar of soap.”
We left Martha to
suck and munch her way through her bag of sweets. And it occurred to me that
not all her feistiness had been knocked out of her, in the way she persisted
about her sweets.
Reporter No.113
Photograph by No.113b
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