a teenage child perhaps. ‘Of course!’ I beamed, kissing him on the cheek. ‘I can’t wait for a weekend away.’I walked out the door with the bounce of a woman who had once again got away with it, and couldn’t quite believe it.
Harry did not try to stop me. He had no choice but to be complicit. Was it worse for him, in some strange way? I was out of control but I at least had my hand on the brake, even if I never actually applied it.
He was just a passenger. There was nothing he could do but trust that I would somehow turn things round, instead of crashing us all into the central reservation.I picked up a conker from the pavement, took a picture of it and posted it on Instagram.
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