18
NOTHING WILL EVER BE THE SAME
Liza must have drifted off again. She awoke to see Mary standing on the bed, staring through the little window.
“’Allo,” she said carefully. She knew Mary liked those brief moments alone.
Mary turned, smiling. “All right, bird?” she replied sweetly, as though yesterday had never happened.
Liza nodded and smiled back. Well, she seems all right today, she mused, with a sense of relief. “Did you ‘ear ‘em last night?” she asked.
“’Oo?” Mary wanted to know.
“Ol’ Thomas, he was actin’ very strange. He had visitors, I think it was Jake,” she whispered.
Mary turned, intrigued. “Really?” she said, lowering herself down onto the bed into a cross-legged sitting position.
Liza wiped the fringe away from her eyes. “Well,” she began, “I couldn’t be certain but i
