'OK, don't laugh,' she says for the fifth time. She is giggling herself though. And that is making me laugh. My back is against the wall outside the bathroom. Flynn and Iris are pottering around downstairs deciding what to make us for dinner. How was time got so lost? It's one of those days that seems to fold itself away into a tiny envelope and post itself to nowhere. Guilt begins to ache in the pit of my belly like a bug. Mum. College. How disappointed she will be when she realises I haven't shown up. Surely this a better life experience than anything I could learn in a classroom ... but it doesn't numb the fear. ... ...
Lorali, P135
Laura Dockrill
ISBN 978-1-4714-0422-1
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