She was the only woman he liked to look at first thing in the morning; kissing her then was what he was born to do. ‘Thank God you came, and you’re with me. Didn’t the noise madden you?’ ‘What noise?’ ‘The animals outside. The screaming foxes trapped by Tories.’ ‘That’s just the country, Harry. They are natural sounds. But there is another noise.’ ‘What is it? Where?’ ‘Why are you so jumpy? Has something disturbed you?’ ‘Yes, I’m disturbed all the time here. I think Mum is calling to me through the walls. Dead mothers talk even more than live ones.’ ‘What does she say?’ ‘She asks me what I’m doing here.’ ‘That’s what mothers are supposed to do.’ He said, ‘Keep holding my penis.’ ‘Just a minute. Come,’ she called. ‘Oh big, big wow. Wow.’ The door opened and Julia came in bearing a breakfast tray. ‘Good morning, ma’am,’ Julia said, placing the tray on the low table at the end of the bed. Harry shrank under the sheets.
