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All the voices

of my limp. It wasn’t even her fault, it was my fault. I knew that. Cherry looked as though she wasn’t aware I even had a limp. That was kind of her, but kindness can hurt. I can’t say I enjoyed the fantasy of the two of us. There was too much pain involved. But I could not seem to help myself; couldn’t stop dreaming. So, actually, Cherry was just another reason for wanting to get away from there. It was funny to think that all the good things and all the bad had joined forces against me. I couldn’t cope with any of it. One of my last days in the house comes back to me very vividly. I kept to my room most of the time because Noisy was home. He was practicing

his trumpet playing and it was disturbing to say the least. I suppose in fairness, he was something of a brilliant musician. I tried to block my ears so I wouldn’t hear those perfect notes; those beguiling tunes. I got into bed and pulled the duvet up over my ears. It wasn’t so bad then although there wasn’t as much muffling as there used to be because most of my stuff had been packed off to the charity shop. Finally Noisy went out, taking the trumpet with him in its case. I watched him leave from behind my bedroom curtain and when he’d passed out of sight along the street I went downstairs and made myself a coffee. I was just wondering what I had in to eat when the key turned in the front door

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