So I’m on the corner sitting on the petrol station wall inhaling exhaust fumes from Welford Road. If I had some money I’d buy something from the shop, but I don’t. M. What u doing? C. Not mch. Playng with the kittens. Wtchng crap tv. U? M. Wreckng my life. Raj is going away. I just walked away...
Marilyn’s mother is cooking again. Always in the kitchen. “You’re late for your dinner,” she says, without looking up from the frying pan. Which is swimming in fat. Disgusting. The table’s laid for four, with the cloth and everything. &n...