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The boats all had pictures of happy families on them, and girls in bikinis and dark glasses. The sky was uniformly blue. Lorna looked surreptitiously at her mother and hoped she wasn’t going to do anything as gross as wear a bikini.
underlining in Lorna’s mind the similarity between Heaven and a Travelodge, but with better facilities.
‘We also have a Marks & Spencer,’ Irene told her, as if this might make Heaven seem more civilised. She pointed upwards with her greatly-diminished cigarette. ‘They do such nice underwear, don’t you think?’
He was on his hands and knees being sick into a gorse bush. ‘Um, can I do anything?’ Lorna offered. ‘I know how to be sick, thank you,’ he informed her.
Anyway, at least you’re here,’ he said, ‘and it is nice to see you.’ This took the wind out of her sails. She couldn’t very well have an argument with someone who was being reasonable, let alone nice.
and, despite misgivings, had even danced with a Tony Blair, and had to refrain from slapping him across the face for invading Iraq, before remembering that he wasn’t the real Tony Blair.
Lorna understood the concept of sex, but not the nitty-gritty. She knew about kissing and how things could get out of hand. She’d seen enough TV programmes to know that people got sweaty and took their clothes off, and then sometimes gazed at the ceiling and smoked cigarettes.
The water seemed to beckon her, recognising a child who used to jump off harbour walls
it was Suzie who was paying and had the right therefore to choose where they would start the process of getting ‘utterly shit-faced, babe’.
‘Or a Passionate Knight, perhaps? Something to really get you going. Apparently.’ ‘Is that with a “k” or an “n”?’
In one, she thought she saw Irene, but from that distance all Kate Winslets looked the same.
