We’ve just opened a bottle. In the middle of the morning Dino found her in floods of tears, turning out the contents of the vacuum cleaner in the sitting-room, because she’d hoovered up a moth by mistake. It was so ironic. “Oh, God,” said Fen, as he stumbled again.
At each game, honouring Dino’s absence, they left an empty chair. This is only the beginning, he’d told her. There was no news. Letters finished, she started on her homework, gazing at a page of shorthand until the heavy and light lines swam before her eyes.
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