Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

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free choice in the matter. And fish were the reason he looked down on Craig¸ because when we were staying in Plymouth at Auntie Errie’s once, Craig caught a leaping silvery fish in the Tamar on our way back from a mini camping trip in Cornwall. All the adults present laughed and clapped, which was just what Craig always liked to have happen. And he went that soft pink colour that made me want to throw up. Craig stalked off by himself looking daggers at everyone and wouldn’t relent and have a lolly later, even though Craig had to throw the fish back in the river because it was only a tiddler. Funny I never have had any trouble recalling what most people would prefer me to forget. As it’s quite

the opposite when I’m supposed to remember something important. That’s when my head goes blank. A probing thought: Now I want to talk about the changing dynamic of the house. I got past Craig’s visit without incident. There was nothing for him to pick up on. I was proud of my abilities at going unnoticed and wondered for a split second whether it was necessary to leave at all. But, yes it was, because I was well aware how the smile had become more and more of an effort and I had no confidence in being able to sustain it for very much longer. Also, I had begun to resent the kind of life where you are forced to keep on smiling just to placate those around you

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