We chatted, mostly about you. I spoke to you at her funeral, but you were distracted.’ ‘Sorry, Connie, that day’s blurred. Sorry about Freddie, ... liked him.’ I played Sunday golf with Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He worried leaving Connie alone, he had heart problems. They couldn’t have children after Connie’s ex-husband beat her almost to death while heavily pregnant with Freddie’s child. ‘Freddie was a nice man,’ she remembered, ‘And you were a nice boy.’ ***** I thought of school,. I was proud to show my happiness to Bob and to anyone who could hear me through the open window. Of course I never wanted this blissful torture to stop, but after a few minutes it did. “Oh, why? Why?” I begged tearfully, looking up at Bob. “That’s only the beginning,” he said. You didn’t imagine that was all it did, surely?” I could say nothing. I just looked at him, my mouth open, longing to know what he meant. “There are special—what shall I call them? Attachments.” He held something. More

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