C158 Some Habits Cannot be Erased
She was wearing a thick coat, and was carefully helped off the car by Wells. She looked at a small three-storey building, and slowly walked over, under the warm sunlight, she seemed especially haggard, with pale, bloodless cheeks. Although her body was still as fat as before, the feeling she gave others was that of a fragile glass doll.
Wells held her waist and said softly, "Walk slowly