- Vol. 02
- Chapter 06
I have a picture in my mind of the family round the table. It’s a blurry image you in your chair with arms lifting the skin from fish dribbling oil spots on the cloth. A fingerbowl would have been nice you say. But it‘s not really your sort of food is it? Just because Clare’s tried something different you have, as ever, the need to criticise. Cup of tea, anyone?
I didn’t think the end would be like this like you, yes, very like you, I wanted time to quantify the content make neat piles on either side of the bed say this part is yours and this mine. Hold hands even. Yet I sit in the dying light quietly raging. As the days pass what hardness in me refuses to be moved?