abstract acrylic painting

Still there she was – nodoubt of it. Hardly a month passed without Bess Sedgwick'sface appearing in the fashion magazines or the popular press. Here she was in the flesh,smoking a cigarette in a quick impatient manner and looking in a surprised way at thelarge tea tray in front of her as thought she had never seen one before. She had ordered –Miss Marple screwed up her eyes and peered – it was rather far away – yes, doughnuts. Veryinteresting.
　　As she watched, Bess Sedgwick stubbed out hercigarette in her saucer, lifted a doughnut and took an immense bite. Rich red realstrawberry jam gushed out over her chin. Bess threw back her head and laughed, one of theloudest and gayest sounds to have been heard in the lounge of Bertram's Hotel for sometime.