Lydia and I were sitting on the grass at the side of Banks House.
We were playing Snap.
She was wearing an old dress which had seen better days and grey socks which were once white.
A big row this morning she said.
What about? I asked.
Well Dad came home late again last night drunk and was singing at the top of his voice some Irish song and Mum was not pleased.
Anyway it started again this morning and ended with Mum throwing cups and saucers at him and him ducking trying to reason with her but once she off on one you can't reason with her so I came out Lydia said.
Sounds exciting I said.
Well it wasn't she said don't your parents ever row?
Now and then I said.
SNAP Lydia bellowed.
I looked at the cards.
I wasn't looking I said.
Well you should have been she said.
We started again.
Will we row like that? she asked.
When? I said.
If we get married she said.
We're only 9 and 10 I said bit early to ask that question.