He was with a group of his Liverpool friends. They had travelled together by train the few miles to Old Trafford, just outside Manchester, where, in the heart of the industrial grime and pragmatism of England’s north-west, they were about to join the snaking queue to see an unprecedented event. L...
It was as if he could not help it. Each time he looked hard at Bernard with something like wonder, nodded slightly and drew away. While she waited for him, Bernard prayed. During morning prayers, she pressed the closed steeple of her hands hard against her face and was surprised to find them wet ...
Beyond, at the bend in the drive, where the soaked grass hung long over the gravel, he saw the three men. They seemed unperturbed by the weather. They did not move and made no attempt to signal to him. They simply watched. He tried to ignore them. As Ellie came round from the stable yard, her fac...