The Sudden Departure Of The Frasers - Plot & Excerpts
Such was the emphasis on other aspects of our friendship, we had reached this juncture knowing almost nothing of each other’s early lives. Assuming, of course, I hadn’t shared my life story with him when we’d first met years ago. (It seemed unlikely.) ‘I’m not sure there’s much to tell,’ I said, not meeting his eye – owing to a lack of interest in the subject rather than any desire to conceal the truth. But there wasn’t a great deal to look at in his bedroom, with its workaday bachelor’s furnishings and near-absent decoration; by then I knew its corners and contours by heart, its tricks of light and shadow – everything but the view from the window, for I could not risk Felicity or another neighbour looking up from the garden and seeing me there. ‘It was a typical broken home, I suppose. Not much money, not much mercy.’ ‘Mercy?’ He repeated the word with wonder. ‘That’s an interesting quality for a child to care about. Do you mean you were hurt? Physically?’ I looked at him then, searching for a trace of compassion in his face and grateful to find it.
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