I wonder if she remembers the time we almost met. After the war when I was sixteen and on that side of the door and she was only just a few years younger on this side of the door. Mum knocked and knocked and they wouldn’t let us in. Sometimes I can feel her eyes on me like it’s on my skin. I think she thinks I don’t notice. She looks at me like she wants to embrace me, hold me, and then I look back at her and she says the nastiest things. I want to see what happens if I crawl into the attic and hide and she can’t find me. Will she lose her mind? Will she turn the house upside down looking for
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