Who Knows Where The Time Goes ‘Could be hormones?’ a friend had said over a glass of wine and a takeaway a week or so previously, but Anna didn’t really take it seriously. That was the sort of thing people said when they couldn’t be bothered to talk. It could be something a bit more existential, Anna had thought: Tom had finished his degree and decided to stay on and do his Masters. To her, that simply put off whether or not he would move back home to London or stay in Manchester, where he had a life, friends, an affordable flat, perhaps a significant other she had never met, but not his mum. Not that she was a clingy mum, she wasn’t. She bordered on obsessive in her non-clinginess, aware that as a lone parent she might be prone to a reliance on his existence that could smother him. She made a point of phoning him only when it was her turn and always after the same amount of time that he had left it since her previous call. She had been able to help him financially, having saved up for his education since he was six, and had been quite proud of his reasoning that Manchester was both a good university and also more affordable than London or Paris or Madrid.
What do You think about Stranger Than Kindness (2013)?
