Patricia Prime

Appointment with Delia

Delia is always perfect: deportment, demeanour and dress. Even age hasn't changed her. There are no lines around her china-blue eyes, or creases at the corners of her mouth. Her lips remain strawberry-pink and she retains her slight smile of innocence. Her hair is still corn-cob golden. Her face may look a little different now, and her nose a little too snobbish. I ask her if she has spent her time in the attic chest bossing the other toys around, but she won't talk to me as she used to.

on the couch
in an elegant pink dress
waiting for the sale