Right, how long would you be needing me back? I said. If not that woman he had on the go, maybe my sister? My mum? Ha! I raised my eyebrows there, just thinking about that one. We could share, or ideally they could go instead of me. I wondered if there was someone else I could get in the mix. And he’s hardly bedbound, taking his food through a straw. ![]() And it wasn’t even clear what he was asking me for. It wasn’t as if it had a whole lot to do with me, really. I could have hung up the phone then and there. She’s either living with you or she’s not. I said had she moved back or did he think she had. ![]() Then he said he thought she’d moved back to Lisburn. I asked could she not help and he paused. I vaguely knew she was younger and they’d met in a pub. When he called on Tuesday evening, drunk, and asked me back, the first thought I had was about the woman he’d been seeing. When they start the announcements to say the plane is landing, thank you for flying with us, put your seatbelt on and don’t be wandering about, trying to use the toilet, all the rest of it, I press my forehead against the window.Ī cloud stretches across the sky.
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