Tell Me How This Ends

by Jo Leevers

A short-term job is far from ideal, but with a CV peppered with unexplained gaps and abrupt terminations, Henrietta can’t be too picky.

Me too as i took breaks from university due ti health

Jokes, in her experience, feel like a ball thrown at great speed: hard to catch; even trickier to keep a rally going. And Henrietta has never been a games person.

Comedy so you can displace fear or anger so you avoid it somehow

That’s the problem with Annie’s memories: for every nice one she wants to talk about, a worse one zips in right behind it, whispering about the bad times. The minibus

Balsnce lol

As soon as her little sister could walk and talk, she was the special one.

Dezpite us being twins, i feel th sa.s way about mg sister. I could cure cancer abd it still wouldnt be enouh

effort to disguise the fact that Kath was the favourite. She got to scrape the cake mixing bowl clean, dry the dishes instead of washing up, and she could wrap their dad around her little finger.

That organising side doesn’t bother me – it’s not like I’ll be around to read it.’

Its givin evelyn hugo

‘The funny thing is . . .’ Here, Annie pauses to drink her tea. ‘When you look back, you don’t see your own life in an orderly way. It’s more like snapshots – like in a photo album. And sometimes it’s hard to remember the bits in between, like what happened the moment before the photo was taken or just after. Do you know what I mean?’

Nathalie, I know you found it hard to accept I didn’t want any more life-prolonging treatment, but in my eyes I have not lost a fight. I hate that kind of talk. I had the bad luck to get an incurable disease; it’s as simple as that and there’s no winning or losing side. It’s about cells, not bravery or battles.

Me too like i hate being in hospice

‘No, I mean the lorry. I saw it. Terry had stepped out of his car. He was looking up at me shouting, always shouting. Always so angry. And I opened my mouth to tell him,

lorry

later that the car reaches the crest of a hill and the

‘Kath didn’t die in 1974. She got herself out of the water just in time. Then a folk band in a camper van picked her up and she hitched a ride to Wales. She was soaked through – even her hair was clogged with mud.’

Kath is still alive?!?!

her on her parents’ sofa, then sat smiling and laughing, having Sunday lunch with them all. She was eighteen and she’d never been with a bloke before. And she fell pregnant.’

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