- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
Let’s aim to make enough to pay for the clearance. The man kept repeating no one cares, no one pays for second hand. Even vintage proves to be a bind, though Dad’s violin made a bit.
Well, at that family funeral, Mum, bowed her head to The Lord’s Prayer, as she whispered it was the last time she’d be surrounded by familiar things, the material of full beloved lives, only good now for attics, skips and charities.