I write this sentence. Tom has been dead for ten years. Ten years now. But the date isn’t branded into me with a hot iron, as they say. When Tom died, in fact, I was at a stage where I didn’t really know what day it was. It’s not the same for my husband. The date is branded with a hot iron into h...
Jessie was by the pool the whole time. By his pool. Alma was there, too. Otherwise, no one really knew where she lived. Inside her phone, apparently. Jessie told her off. It was a long-term educational undertaking: ‘It’s really bad manners to be on your phone when you’re with someone. If you were...