And my sister thinks if I’m with a friend I won’t be bothering her too much.”
I didn’t ask what kind of “bothering” her sister might think she would do. XXX An accident?”
Miserably, I admitted what had happened. It was a very warm day, a day when everything had gone wrong. Crouching beside her, I took a twig lying on the ground and prodded and poked it in as far as it would go. “I’ll have to ask my mum.”
“I’ll come along.” And she did…wearing clothes that bordered on being Victorian, and with a manner that was so obsequiously polite, with downcast eyes and speaking in a low murmur, that anyone less self-absorbed than my mother would have smelt an entire colony of decomposing rats at once.
