The families divided January between them, the Walkers taking the second half. Joy’s niece Heather, two months older than Nickie, stayed on as company for her. Languid days, mosquito nights, mussels spitting on a sheet of corrugated iron over a bonfire. Limp lettuce salad ...
An old girl dozing off in the late afternoon sun, she’s guessing that’s how it looks. But her eyes are open just enough for between-the-lashes surveillance of her husband. She can smell her hairspray, decades of it embedded in the grubby grey velour of the headrest. Hairsp...
She was about a block ahead and walking in the same direction as me. There were two teenage girls with her. They all stopped outside Glamour World. I'd been following Gabrielle for a while, but it was only when she turned towards the shop that I knew for sure it was her. It was the way she walked...