I didn't write, and Steve didn't write again either. I couldn't decide if it was because he was hurt, or because he knew he'd be seeing me soon anyway. The fuss Valerie Kenward made about having him to stay, you'd think the Pope was coming for a fortnight. never liked her. Always holding up the queue saying she's on a diet, and then taking the biggest bun.
If you're that bothered,' I said, "he can come and stay in my flat, with me and Jade.' But l said it to myself, in my head. I knew he'd want to be with the other teachers.
I couldn't stop looking for letters. And then there was the poetry book I'd bought. It seemed a shame to bin it. It might come in use for Jade, I thought.
A week went by, eight days, ten. Each morning l woke up and l knew something was it, wrong before could remember what it was. It got worse every day until I thought, sod I'm not going to womy any more.
The next morning break the buns were stale. Valerie Kenward poked them, one after another. We ought to get our money back, she said. But she still took one, and waited while I filled the teapot from the urn
'How's it going?" Susie Douglas asked her.