This is the Queen Mother. A pastel coat, somewhere between mint and lavender. That matching hat with the upturned brim, a little gloved wave, the soft smile, the gin. Here was a woman who waved at racehorses, lived to a hundred and one, and seemed, by every account printed in every newspaper, to be
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