Kindle Notes & Highlights
Again, just as with Auntie Marge, there was a day or two of sympathetic smiles and considerate voices – Maureen Copper even shared her liquorice with me – before things got back to normal.
Everyone else forgets and moves on whilst you are left to pick up the pieces alone.
Harry's life I think at that time had just curled up into a ball. He was somewhere inside, sitting it out.
I believe I may have sensed something then or begun to. It was my brother I was hearing, seeing – yes of course my brother, my loving brother, my graceful, quiet, clever brother. But then again, not quite my brother now. It was my brother's ghost.
Well, I do want you to believe it of course, despite what I said at the beginning. And it does seem rather ridiculous now, all those heaped-up troubles (and more to come) – like Job in the Bible.
Yes, once there had been four of us, then three, then briefly four again, then three again… now two.
Tom, my other rescuer (no place for him, though, in the Warley Weekly News). He moved and stood beside me. Smiled, leant over, and put his hand on mine. I felt it – did I? I did, though half asleep and woozy from the medicine they'd given me. It wasn't much of a touch, hardly ‘substantial’, more like the flimsiest, frailest piece of cloth falling on you; a feeling of graininess, texture. Not much, but something, surely, more than mere empty air.
Tom walked beside me. It was then that for the very first time I noticed it: I was taller than him.
He's somewhere (that's the most you can say), has Rufus with him, and is working it out.
