PROLOGUE
4th August, 1985
A SINGLE MOMENT in time can change and redefine a person’s life.
Deborah Levy was about to experience a defining moment that could be instrumental in changing the future, irrevocably. Not that she was aware of this in any way, shape or form as she followed Ruth up the steps of the synagogue. She already had plenty to think about, not least of which was last night’s party.
Ruth had been insistent. They had gone and Deborah was sorry they had. It had been a complete wash out from her point of view. Awkward when approached by any of the young men interested enough to come over, isolated by her intellect, she just found them irritating. Deborah didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t swear and…well you get the picture.
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