I WEPT OPENLY IN THE STREET TODAY... what's the world coming to?
I saw Lucky's "brother" (not by blood)/former lover/best friend (well as "best" a friend as many of us will ever have) she treated him just like a brother, moaning on and on about various shortcomings at various times but I'm sure she loved him.
I saw him coming from behind a pillar near the library. Ignoring the urge to dodge behind I faced up to him and told the truth I could not face going to a funeral with a vicar who never knew her and people I didn't know.
There was no vicar (one relief). What can you say? This is a woman who was sorely addicted to drugs since childhood (as she tells it). Made some dreadful mistakes in life, but never willfully hurt anybody...??
Still I could not bear the whole emotional vary-go-round of it all. And all this time up until today I had managed NOT TO CRY and then it happened. In full view in a public square. How typical.
The best friend/brother figure showed me a card of Lucky aged about 2 or 3 drest in ballet tutu looking very young and innocent. The sort of picture that makes you look at the child and think, "boy what does life do to people?"
And that is that.
KATIE MELUA ~ NINE MILLION BICYCLES IN BEIJING
MADONNA ~ YOU'LL SEE
More books about old people that I don't recommend plus one I do - I seem to be stuck on a treadmill of books about old people. Maybe it's my advancing age but also I think they are the trend in publishing at the moment....
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