A Line You Have TracedMaybe there really had been angels then anything could be true of the past, I thought. In inter War London, a young wife helps her new husband in their silverware shop. Beas days are punctuated by customers who, more often than not, come to look but never buy and the visitations of an angel who flits at the edge of her sight, each appearance carefully logged in the pages of a scarlet journal. In a time rather like now, Kay works temp jobs and spends