Sympathetic portrait child williams add
The murderer's little daughter, who is barely ten years old, jerks her shoulders right and left, so as to catch a glimpse of me without turning round. Her skinny little arms wrap themselves this way than that, reversingly about her body. Nervously she crushes her straw hat about her eyes and tilts her head to deepen the shadow, smiling excitedly. As best as she can, she hides herself in the full sunlight, her cordy legs writhing beneath the little flowered dress
that leaves them bare from the mid-thigh to ankle. Why has she chosen me for the knife that darts along her smile?
