Painful MemoriesAngela Stride heard the click of the latch as the front gate opened and closed. She turned to the young man sitting on the sofa. He appeared to be staring into nowhere through the heavy, thick dark glasses that obscured his eyes.
“Mary's home Mikey”, she exclaimed. “I told you she wouldn't be long.”
“Where did you say she'd gone to?” the handsome but totally blind man asked his sister.
“I told you. She went to the shops to get some of your favourite biscuits, those chocolate cream ones, remember?”
“I hope she got me some cigarettes.” Mikey grumbled quietly.
The front door opened and closed and a few seconds later Mary Stride walked into the room and smiled a greeting at her brother and sister
“Hey, you two,” she beamed at them. “Have you missed me?”
“Mikey forgot whe
