UNA

Una’s Life was rather black and white until the day that walter came along. If you were a window into her little room that she rented in the large and busy house in westwood, you would have seen a very tall plain girl, who wanted nothing better then to blend in. dressed in greys and blues, head bent low to the ground she walked to work, and then twice a week to the little market down the street. Otherwise she could be found in her little rented room with a book, and a cup of hot black tea, no sugar, no cream.