The Beauty Is In The Walking (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Then, as though taking their cue from the screeching women in the supermarket, anti’s began to turn up. Some were no more than rants in four-letter words, but a few simply warned we were being too soft on Mahmoud. Again, I carefully pointed out where rumour had hardened into fact, working like a kid dismantling a Lego house – first take off the roof, then remove the interlocking bricks one layer at a time until finally there is nothing left. By Friday, though, I had to stop and concentrate on my exams. So, a weekend of study. Everyone was doing the same. Amy sent me a text at eleven on Saturday. Three hours already. I texted back. I started at dawn. Liar, she replied. U 2, I shot back. All right. 2 hours, and I’ve handcuffed my ankles to the desk. It was a way to stay connected and I loved it. After dinner on Saturday I called her just to hear her voice. ‘My dad’s like a five-headed bear with a migraine in each one,’ she said. ‘Because of the meatworks?’ ‘Yeah, the workers are dirty he’s cancelled their shifts and when it’s not the killing-floor guys it’s the farmers on his back because no cattle were sold at Friday’s auction.’ Our new Facebook page didn’t get a mention, but after the call I logged on to see what had been added, which was easy because the answer was zippo!
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