When Joey whipped his own jumper off and placed it over her head, I felt another wave of emotion hit me. Sadness. Because his jumper wasn’t in much better condition than hers. But at least it hadn’t been torn to ribbons by bullies. The move left my friend swamped in an oversized jumper that fell to her knees, while her brother perished in his creased, white school shirt that had seen better days.
