‘And is he here, your father?’ ‘Da? No. He died there last year. Reckon he just gave up. Couldn’t hack it without her, you know.’ He looked at me all-sheepish, like he was considering whether I could be trusted with a secret. ‘I talk to him all the time in me head. Stupid, I know, but…’ I looked at him, son, and I swear to God I could’ve hugged him. A man who knew what it was to talk to ghosts.
David needs his father, Maurice needs his son (Kevin, but he’s way off in America)
