Otherwise the food won’t go down for hours! Later on, in the bedroom, Diana sheds her dress by twitching her left shoulder. You know she needs to concentrate on eating. The butler scolds you for making conversation. The ambassador of Ghana gave it to me.” Tumbleweeds. Anything over 3cm gets stuck in her throat and she needs to be drip-fed champagne to help it go down. Her hands are too dainty to lift a fork, so her butler helps cut up her swan burger into little cubes. “Oh those poor poor people,” she says sometimes, so the driver can hear. Her repertoire of chat is restricted to the corgis’ diet and various pheasants her husband shot the week before, with occasional forays into politics brushed away. You fear too much pressure on her fingers might splinter the bones below, so you tweezer-grip her pinkie, place a gentle thumbnail on her waist to help her inside. She would present herself at your door in a bone-hugging black dress, holding out a dainty hand as you guide her into the limo. but ultimately hollow and deeply uninteresting. A dainty little princess, frangible, kind-hearted, captivating. This book is the Princess Diana of precious literature.
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