Between Us

by Mhairi McFarlane

At some point, Roisin accepted get past this week and things will calm down a bit was a coping mechanism lie of adulthood.

They couldn’t recapture the clean slates of being in their early twenties. But they could keep hold of each other.

There being no correct and appropriate moment to raise any problem was one of the ways the game felt rigged. Pick an otherwise pressured time? She was thoughtlessly adding to it. During a nice evening out? Ruining it. Try to raise it on a quiet day? Ambush.