That’s the second thing I think of when I think of Heddy Partridge. After the ballet incident. She got breasts too soon, before it was fashionable to have them. And we could all see them, two fat bumps inside her white school shirt, no matter how hard she tried to hide them. ‘Heddy’s got boobs,’ ...
At first I try to convince myself that I am merely suffering from a bug, but for much of the time I am okay. Then all of a sudden the sickness will swoop, a fast surge of hormones, stampeding their cling to my womb. My nipples hurt. Far quicker than I could ever plan to – literally, within hours,...
Sometimes it was just Max, or Max and Tommy, or Max and Tommy and Will. Other times there were more of them, holed up out there in the den, having themselves a little party. Usually they’d stay over, piling onto the sofa bed, or crashing out in sleeping bags on the floor. I bought them beer. Afte...