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All the voices

couldn’t hear. Finally the family snapshot image faded down and even the hedge disappeared from view. It was just Cherry and Ciaran left. They said something else to each other and then they started shagging one another in full view of the ten year old me. This is what I’d class as a thoroughgoing nightmare and I was relieved at a slamming noise that entered the dream and knew somehow that it meant the front door downstairs was banging to and that most probably Aggie and Flake had gone. I crept out to the landing and listened. Yes, they’d left. No doubt of it. I went downstairs with my empty mug and made myself another coffee. But still rattled by the hideous dream finale I’d

been locked into only a few minutes ago I was not up to eating a thing. After an hour or so sitting in the kitchen and playing a game on my phone I’d decided to go out. I pretended to myself that I was leaving the house for good and wondered where I’d go. Then right at that minute as I came out of the gate onto the pavement along came Cherry of all people. I mean, I hadn’t seen her for three or four days, and now unbelievably, there she was, right in front of me. She was all zippy and smiley, saying ‘Hi’ to me in a voice even more animated than usual. Then she told me she had enough for a deposit saved and so could look forward to moving very soon. And when she

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