SeventeenClarrie's hometown, a few days later
'Whatever, but you can tell that bastard I'm not talking to him. Tell him I've emigrated and you have no means of contacting me.'
'CLARISSA,' HER MOTHER CALLS, 'it's Frank again.'
Clarrie was lying down again, her period had just started, she had stomach cramps, a nagging headache and the last thing she wanted was to talk to her cheating bastard of a husband. He had been calling her every day since she had stormed out of the house. At first he had been calling on her mobile, but she now kept it switched off. 'Tell him to and f**k himself she thought, but then, he's already done that. 'Mum, I told you, don't answer the 'phone.'
'Don't be silly, I have to answer it, it might be Hester calling.'
'Unlikely, since she hasn't called once in all
