Mrs Paramjeet Moon

“She is still inside me, Edwina decides, thinking of the Russian dolls she once owned. All the Edwinas are still in there, from lonely boarding-school girl to excitable art student, young wife, mother, widow – all her former selves are stacked one inside the other, right down to the tiniest baby-doll Edwina buried deep within her, the size of a monkey nut, she supposes.”
― Jenny Eclair, Moving