What you can see, in the bottom corner, is my own hand holding a sling.
Opal is in it.
Corey.
He is thirty-one and he is in the same work and he is with somebody else now, not Jana.
He pays and he is not difficult about it and he sees the girls when he is back, about four times a year, at his mother’s, which she arranges and does not discuss with him.
And he has never once apologised to me and he is not going to, because he does not think he has anything to apologise for except being found out.
And in the November he said one thing to me on a doorstep that I have not been able to let go.
He said: “You brought my mother.”
Not you brought the girls. Not you lied about surprising me.
That is what he has. Fifteen months on, the thing that man cannot get past is that I flew his mother to a port.
