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There's rowing from the hall raised voices Lydia opens eyes her sister Gloria (drunken slosh) still sleeps on behind her her parents' loud voices rising high quite musical as if were practising for two roles in an old Puccini opera Lydia listens out for the words wondering what's the cause of the row probably her father's drunken voice from the Square in the night singing out Rose Marie she gets up out of bed chilly dawn birds singing Gloria is snoring mouth open her clothes strewn everywhere underwear on the floor by the door Gloria's boyfriend sleeps behind her his dark hair visible sticking out Lydia didn't know he'd sneaked in at some hour the row stops a few murmurs then silence a door bangs then a voice (her mother's) bellows out HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR NOISY SCOTTISH VOICE Lydia wonders if Benny's up in the flat up the stairs whether his parents row as hers do she'll see him that morning in the Square she'll ask him when he's there with his brown hair and quiff hazel eyes and warm stare.
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
THERE'S ROWING 1958.
There's rowing from the hall raised voices Lydia opens eyes her sister Gloria (drunken slosh) still sleeps on behind her her parents' loud voices rising high quite musical as if were practising for two roles in an old Puccini opera Lydia listens out for the words wondering what's the cause of the row probably her father's drunken voice from the Square in the night singing out Rose Marie she gets up out of bed chilly dawn birds singing Gloria is snoring mouth open her clothes strewn everywhere underwear on the floor by the door Gloria's boyfriend sleeps behind her his dark hair visible sticking out Lydia didn't know he'd sneaked in at some hour the row stops a few murmurs then silence a door bangs then a voice (her mother's) bellows out HOPE YOU LOSE YOUR NOISY SCOTTISH VOICE Lydia wonders if Benny's up in the flat up the stairs whether his parents row as hers do she'll see him that morning in the Square she'll ask him when he's there with his brown hair and quiff hazel eyes and warm stare.
A GIRL IN LONDON IN 1958 AND PARENTS ROWING.
TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
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