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Enid slept badly. Voices came and went, winds blew, trains shunted. She woke up slowly to a grey morning. The voices had stopped, just the birds singing. Had the rowing stopped? Where was her father? She sat on the side of her narrow bed. She could still feel where her father hit her. Back to how it was: him hitting them both. She got up and walked to the bedroom door. She listened for sounds, but nothing was there. She opened the door and looked down the hall. Had he gone to work? Had her father gone? She walked down the hall to the small toilet. Went past their bedroom, the green door still closed. Went to the toilet and sat on the seat. She felt the chill bite at her naked feet. What would Benny say when she told him all? Things don't change he'd say: your old man's a **** Benny often said your old man's a **** She heard fresh voices; her father was up. She heard his footsteps. The door handle shook: is that you Enid? Her father called out. Won't be long, she said. You better not be, her father replied. They were arguing, both her mum and dad. She finished quickly and opened the door. Good about time too, her father shouted, what you been doing, laying ****** eggs? He went in and shut the door behind him. Enid saw her mum by her bedroom door, her thin arms folded, her hair in curlers. Best get washed and dressed and don't be too long, her mother told her. Enid washed and dressed, then ate her breakfast. Still her parents rowed loudly from the hall. What would Benny say when she told him this? Your old man's a **** and give her a kiss.
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
ROWS AGAIN 1957.
Enid slept badly. Voices came and went, winds blew, trains shunted. She woke up slowly to a grey morning. The voices had stopped, just the birds singing. Had the rowing stopped? Where was her father? She sat on the side of her narrow bed. She could still feel where her father hit her. Back to how it was: him hitting them both. She got up and walked to the bedroom door. She listened for sounds, but nothing was there. She opened the door and looked down the hall. Had he gone to work? Had her father gone? She walked down the hall to the small toilet. Went past their bedroom, the green door still closed. Went to the toilet and sat on the seat. She felt the chill bite at her naked feet. What would Benny say when she told him all? Things don't change he'd say: your old man's a **** Benny often said your old man's a **** She heard fresh voices; her father was up. She heard his footsteps. The door handle shook: is that you Enid? Her father called out. Won't be long, she said. You better not be, her father replied. They were arguing, both her mum and dad. She finished quickly and opened the door. Good about time too, her father shouted, what you been doing, laying ****** eggs? He went in and shut the door behind him. Enid saw her mum by her bedroom door, her thin arms folded, her hair in curlers. Best get washed and dressed and don't be too long, her mother told her. Enid washed and dressed, then ate her breakfast. Still her parents rowed loudly from the hall. What would Benny say when she told him this? Your old man's a **** and give her a kiss.
A GIRL AND HER LIFE IN LONDON IN 1957.
TerryCollett
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Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 4:42 AM UTC
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