She was on the outside too. On the other side of the line of what it meant to be accepted. Not the brightest bulb in the box, but she loved to sing and dance and play, and she was pretty. She loved to sit with Iris whilst he did his drawings. Ask what colour he was going to shade each with. He said no colour. He did line drawings. When she asked why, he replied, 'Because there's no colour in my eyes.'
He didn't mind her being there. He was shy so even if he wanted her gone he wouldn't have found the strength to say so. Luckily he didn't want her to go anywhere. Their friendship bound them together.
Lorali, P251
Laura Dockrill
ISBN 978-1-4714-0422-1
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