When you lose someone, not only are they gone, but everyone around you doesn’t want to talk about them. It drives me slightly crazy. It’s like he’s been deleted
Trifecta, my Dads real parents/family were/are carnival people, never met them, never want to, but it’s funny 3 things now in this book, Moss (my surname) Forest Hill (5 minutes walk away) and now carny people.
I’m wondering if it may be her, I’m semi scratching the sister off the list because of the cat & it’s not the brother and I doubt it’s the father either, but the mother ….. oh and the old ladies still in the running too
people who’d lived life free, not in a cage, that’s what she said . . . I said her cage was gilded, but she didn’t get that. I don’t think she knew what the word “gilded” meant.’
Funny, and I think it’s the one person they’re not talking too, who probably came from nothing to having everything, but is everything ever really enough?
Modern car boots usually have an interior boot opener, they also have handy things like lug wrenches etc which can cause some damage, to the car or a person, you can also kick out the license plate and put some type of SOS through it. And yes, I overthink things.