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This trip to London is their first solo visit to the capital
a gift from their parents to celebrate the end of GCSEs.
shops and market stalls
The two young men have just got out of prison. The black bags contain their personal effects.
bullying versus assault, and do we really lock people up for minor altercations?
The sound is muted from the late-night film I watched with the subtitles on to spare disturbing the guests next door.
You have to understand that I was going to phone . . .
Just call
If you hadn’t all been so selfish. Made other plans. Maybe I wouldn’t have been trying to look after Anna in London on my own.
She just wanted the panic to stop, the waiting for the TV programme.
And now he thinks he will sit here for a while longer, actually.
‘But we are all of us struggling to handle it.
Yes. Just panic. Wanting everything to stop. But not a conscious choice to check out. Die. Not that, not really. And she certainly doesn’t want to die now.
Sarah wondered about sharing the truth with Anna.
Sarah looked around the table, watching Anna very closely, and it was like stepping back to watch from inside a strange bubble, realising that this really was their version of normal.
Your house is so warm, Sarah. Ours is always freezing in the winter.
Sarah took on a new role in their friendship,
the happiest she had ever been. Until, that is, the very end of that year. Another summer term.
And the worst thing now? She cannot get out of her head how her father was always saying how very beautiful Anna was.
Because once you become a parent, you learn that love can involve more fear than you had ever imagined, and you never quite look on the world in the same way
When exactly did they stop being who they were to each other back then?
Please, Sarah. I don’t feel safe. I’m begging you. Please .
So. Concentrate, Ella. I’m up against it. Six table decorations for a lunch at the town hall.
Slept in the pub car park? Why the hell won’t you tell me what’s going on, Henry . . .
