Billy Field How did that song go again? Blind men could see, I was in love with you, but you weren’t in love with me? It was a wonder Dean hadn’t guessed, they played the damn song constantly on the radio and I had never felt less in love in my life. If blind Freddy could see it why couldn’t Dean? I was wistful, as I sat next to my family and Dean during Midnight Mass. The church was filled with candlelight, declaring the newborn king, and the choir was singing ‘Gloria,’ except for old Myrtle who had left her glasses at home and was lost somewhere in ‘Away in a Manger.’ It was Christmas. I had new shoes. I was meant to be happy. The entrance procession began – altar boys with candles, the deacons and Father Don, the portly priest. The vow of poverty hasn’t extended to his stomach, I thought, as his paunch passed by me and he stepped onto the altar. He looked as if he’d indulged in one too many slices of Christmas pudding already that festive season. Dean was holding my hand.
