Wednesday, 1 October 2008

Lost days

I forget

Ann burst into tears, and was comforted by her mother. Paul her brother, turned to Mark and said

“You were late and I picked you up for the Christening. It was snowing and you joked about missing a good skiing day. Are you listening? Mark say something?

I forget…I forget.

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